<?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-2803495258445247193</id><updated>2012-03-16T07:06:09.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adams Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>Bravely gone where no family has gone before</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-6734238109377861335</id><published>2010-06-12T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:45:25.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so much...where do I start???</title><content type='html'>Well as I'm sure you have noticed it again, has been months since my last blog and no time has not stood still so Yes, there are many, many things that should have been posted but wasn't.  I will try to remember the best I can but most likely a lot will be left out.  Starting all the back to Dec...We moved back to Hope Mills and Jason is working for an Orthopedic Surgeon.  We found a nice house in the Bridlewood Subdivision off of Chicken Foot Rd(Hope Mills Rd) in Hope Mills.  It is out towards the country but not far from town.  We love living here but we are only renting.  It is for sale so we will see what happens in the future.  Our house is a 2 story home with 3 bedrooms and 2 1/2 baths.  It has a bonus room which is mostly a play room for the kids and has a futon for guests but also houses my laundry "closest".  We have a wonderful in-ground pool and still room for a swingset and trampoline.  Jason loves the yard and has been spending a lot of time making it his own with a garden and trees and tons of potted plants.  Right on the other side (back side) of our fence is a elementary school which has a playground that we can use.  We have nice neighbors.  Maddie also has a playmate right next door.  Her new friend, Krista is only one year older than her.  They play together all the time.  It's nice!!&lt;br /&gt;      Back to Jason's job...He is working at an office called Allen Orthopedics with Dr. Allen being the owner.  There are quite a lot of people that work there, mostly front office staff and Med-techs.  Besides Jason and Dr. Allen, there is a Nurse Practitioner named Vic.  Vic is truely the nicest, most genuinely caring guys you will ever meet.  Jason and Vic have lunch together everyday.  And every once in a while the kids and I will meet them for lunch as well.  Jason says he enjoys working with everyone there...except Dr. Allen.  Doc just has issues with the way he treats people.  He feels that he has to teach and correct everyone about everything (like even how to properly lick and seal an envelope, and I'm serious).  I also feel that he thinks a little highly of himself.  I could go on and most definitely Jason could too about all the things that drive us crazy about Dr. Allen. He has always been so kind to me and so has his wife, Karen.  She is so very sweet.  I feel bad for her cuz I know it's not easy.  They have 3 kids. Julia is like 13, David is 11 and Nick is 6.  They are good kids and very polite.  I guess their mother taught them well.  LOL  As do, Victor and Vonda (Paquin).  Their kids are soooo well behaved.  Nathan is 11 and Rachel is 9 and such great kids.  Vonda is Vic's wife and she is a Hoot!!!  She is loud and crazy but you just gotta love her.  There is never a boring moment with Vonda.  You are just always laughing when you are around her.   I don't get to see her much but it's fun when I do.  She's a teacher in Lumberton.  I really only see her when there is some kinda event that we are suppose to attend. &lt;br /&gt;     Back in April, there was a conference that we attended.  Vic and Vonda couldn't go so it was just Jason, Dr. Allen, Karen, and I.  We did have Sharon come with us to watch the kids.  It was held in Kiawah Island, SC. It's off the coast of SC about 30 mins from Charleston.  It's gorgeous there.  It is a golf resort so of course it is SUPER FANCY and PRICEY!!!  Thank goodness Doc plays for almost everything there.  We had a nice time.  It was relaxing and Sharon was so helpful with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;      As for the job and moving that's about it.  I'll update some more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-6734238109377861335?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6734238109377861335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=6734238109377861335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6734238109377861335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6734238109377861335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-so-muchwhere-do-i-start.html' title='Oh so much...where do I start???'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-2730391726451922087</id><published>2010-06-12T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:08:45.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor, Poor Blog!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry for the all the neglect in the past months.  I am just really bad at all this.  I have never been good at keeping in touch, just ask Jason (when on his mission) or any of my friends from past places I've lived.  I will try not to neglect you like I have in the past...if you'd give me a second chance. ???  I truly do want to keep you informed so that my family will have you to look back on in the years to come and have memories jotted down and remember them in the future.  Thank you for being so forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your one and only Blogger,&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-2730391726451922087?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2730391726451922087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=2730391726451922087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2730391726451922087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2730391726451922087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2010/06/poor-poor-blog.html' title='Poor, Poor Blog!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-7606472192100146063</id><published>2010-03-15T15:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:32:07.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Oh My!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been MONTHS since my last blog.  And all the things that has happened since my last blog that I would need to update you on, makes me exhausted just thinking about it.   Sooooo, I'm not.  Sorry if you were just dying to find out what we have been up to but there's just to much.  I'm just going to sum it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we moved back to Hope Mills (small town outside of Fayetteville) in Dec.  Jason is working for an orthopedic surgeon.  He is learning a lot and really enjoys this field of choice.  He works 20 mins away in a city 20 miles south of us in Lumberton.  He works long hours but hopefully it will pay off.  We all are so glad to be back "home".  We enjoy spending more time with our family and that they can see the kids more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Jonas turned 2 and we had a big party for him.  We had lots of family and friends to celebrate with.  It was a lot of fun and we had a great time!!!  Thanks to everyone who may read this that was here Sat.  You all made it a great and very special day for our sweet little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to take this time to tell Jonas just how special he is to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/S57vok3IScI/AAAAAAAABdg/dE84s8fFU1s/s1600-h/100_9150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/S57vok3IScI/AAAAAAAABdg/dE84s8fFU1s/s320/100_9150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449056079533590978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas, sweetie, your mommy loves you so very much.  I had no idea what joy you would bring to our family.  Your sweet smile and the sound of your laugh completely melts my heart and I know that I"m not the only one who feels that way.  There's just something about you that I can see already even at 2.  You will be a very strong, but even more loving young man.  What a wonderful blessing that will be to your father and I.  You are such a cuddly boy and I looooove that.  I need that and I hope I never hear those dreadful words, "I'm to big for that".  It would just break my heart because there is nothing else in this world better than your hugs and kisses and to hear you say Love you mommy!!!  Oh Jonas Adams, I love you sweet boy!!!  You are my littlest Prince Charming.  I'm sooooo honored to be your mother.    Daddy, Maddie and I are so blessed to have you in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One recent fiasco that we had was an incident with scissors.  Last monday, I was downstairs vacuuming and the kids were upstairs playing...I thought.  Instead, Maddie decided to give herself a haircut and a little trim for her brother.  She also gave her brother a pair of scissors in which he thought he would be creative with our sheets on our bed (brand new nice silk sheets.   And it just wouldn't do it justice if I didn't post some pictures so here are a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie's hair after she gave herself a hair cut!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/S57tor17okI/AAAAAAAABdI/WtXbnBe2aSs/s1600-h/100_9309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/S57tor17okI/AAAAAAAABdI/WtXbnBe2aSs/s320/100_9309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449053882384360002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/S57tpIyov-I/AAAAAAAABdQ/SqYlsZ5Da2I/s1600-h/100_9314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/S57tpIyov-I/AAAAAAAABdQ/SqYlsZ5Da2I/s320/100_9314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449053890155167714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie after a friend of mine fixed it.  I was surprised how well it looked. (Miss Priss here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/S57tpzajiyI/AAAAAAAABdY/s5IiYUFbRCA/s1600-h/100_9344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/S57tpzajiyI/AAAAAAAABdY/s5IiYUFbRCA/s320/100_9344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449053901596887842" 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/2803495258445247193-7606472192100146063?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/7606472192100146063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=7606472192100146063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7606472192100146063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7606472192100146063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-oh-my.html' title='My Oh My!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/S57vok3IScI/AAAAAAAABdg/dE84s8fFU1s/s72-c/100_9150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-8136519164081174010</id><published>2009-12-03T11:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:06:14.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the old and in with the new</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to post our new address, just incase anyone needed or wanted.  It is:&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; 5723 Walking Trail Way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hope Mills, NC  28348&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be there starting this Saturday the 5th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-8136519164081174010?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/8136519164081174010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=8136519164081174010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8136519164081174010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8136519164081174010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/12/out-with-old-and-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the old and in with the new'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-6601234670413054681</id><published>2009-11-12T14:25:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:00:23.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins and more...</title><content type='html'>Well this year was just like any year. We went and picked out our pumpkins. Each one of us get our very own. So here we were with 4 nicely rounded pumpkins with some big hopes and dreams for them. But then, just as last year, the week of Halloween we set out to carving all our pumpkins but only 2 were carved. Jason and I help the kids with theirs. Maddie again this year chose an OWL (her fave) and Jonas (with a little help) chose a spider. Jason was teamed up with Maddie and I with Jonas. Jason did really well on the owl one but then Maddie decided that she wanted to rip off a piece of the carving, a fairly important piece...THE FACE. Jason then had to rig it with tooth picks, it still looked nice. While I was carving Jonas' spider, somehow, I forgot to trace one of the legs so therefore when I was cutting it, I only cute 7 legs and not 8. No one really noticed but me anyway so who cares. They both looked great in the end. Here's some pictures of our pumpkin carvings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Svy3HlfCPHI/AAAAAAAABcQ/y02EM59hWcA/s1600-h/100_9969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Svy3HlfCPHI/AAAAAAAABcQ/y02EM59hWcA/s320/100_9969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403394993887001714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Svy5T4m-oWI/AAAAAAAABcY/t3ppcKPQl2E/s320/100_9971.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403397404202279266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Svy3HEbFWNI/AAAAAAAABcA/qeqP8PX2PDs/s320/100_9943.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403394985012058322" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Svy3HbL64wI/AAAAAAAABcI/dE43WCav_-s/s320/100_9966.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; 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We had a lot of fun though.  As usual, the church held the normal Trunk or Treat but it was on Tues the 27th.  So we dressed up and headed to that.  It was indoor this year due to the rain but it was just as fun.  The kids and Jason and I dressed up as a group theme as usual.  I did forget my camera that night so sorry no pics from that.  There were other people taking pictures of us b/c they really liked our costumes.  So maybe I can snatch some of those from them.  &lt;div&gt;I did make the costumes myself except for a few obvious things.  It really didn't take that long but I just kept procrastinating and it wasn't finished until that day.  Yeah I know that that's pretty bad...I just kept putting it off.  BUT I did finish it!!!!  And they were pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that Thursday night, the 29th, there was a Halloween Story time and Trick or Treating at the downtown library.  I heard lots of people saying how pretty Ariel's (Maddie) fin was.  Only the kids dressed up for that one.  After those two events, I had to come up with a better idea for Maddie's shell bra b/c she kept having problems with it.  I used real shells and so it was pretty heavy and kept pulling the shirt down.  And one popped half way off, in which case I called it the "Janet Jackson Costume Malfunction".  But since I had a few more days before actual halloween night then I made Maddie a new shirt that was made out of thicker material.  It worked a little better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well since we had nothing keeping us in Greenville that weekend, we decided to go to the Halloween Party at our old ward in Fayetteville.  It was on Halloween night and started at 4.  We had chilli then there was a haunted house and the truck or treat.  We also received lots of complements on our costumes.  After the church party, we went Trick or Treating with our friends the Bremmer's.  They dressed up as characters from Peter Pan.  Their newest member was Tinkerbell while Ethan was Capt. Hook.  But Maddie called him her "Prince Eric" which is Ariel's sweetheart from the movie.  LOL  It was cute.    We walked around their neighborhood and Jason's mom, Sharon came along too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm affraid that we didn't get any real good pictures of all of us but here's a few just so you can see what we looked like.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SvJD6v6TiwI/AAAAAAAABaM/y_JzehCIJ9c/s400/100_9991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400453579743136514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SvJD62OqNzI/AAAAAAAABaU/cFMimVI7ZDU/s1600-h/100_9997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SvJD62OqNzI/AAAAAAAABaU/cFMimVI7ZDU/s400/100_9997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400453581439121202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&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/2803495258445247193-1675323645060643092?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/1675323645060643092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=1675323645060643092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/1675323645060643092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/1675323645060643092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SvJD6v6TiwI/AAAAAAAABaM/y_JzehCIJ9c/s72-c/100_9991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-7585668970473238273</id><published>2009-10-10T20:51:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:17:25.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family Trip to the Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (Fri.), Jason and I took the kids to a local pumpkin patch. We usually go to Briley's Patch for Strawberries (in the spring) and Pumpkins (in the fall). We decided to go to a new one called Brock's Berries and Pumpkins.  It was small but the owners were so nice.  Mr. Brock took all of us on a hayride and let us feed corn to the goats.  He was such a sweet guy.  We had a good time.  The weather was nice.  We let the kids look at the pumpkins.  They had some HUGE ones.  We had never seen pumpkins that big in real life before.  We took tons of pictures so of course I have added some.  It's so hard these days to catch a picture with both kids either looking at the camera or getting them to smile, so these aren't the greatest but are the best of what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEwGh3HIuI/AAAAAAAABYk/C2lKIVZOwTg/s1600-h/100_9738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEwGh3HIuI/AAAAAAAABYk/C2lKIVZOwTg/s320/100_9738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391143117666067170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family at Brock's Pumpkin Patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEwGQrXiJI/AAAAAAAABYc/BY_fsvhxJrg/s1600-h/100_9720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEwGQrXiJI/AAAAAAAABYc/BY_fsvhxJrg/s320/100_9720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391143113053407378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEveEAgvmI/AAAAAAAABYM/mOF96P6nr5Y/s1600-h/100_9717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEveEAgvmI/AAAAAAAABYM/mOF96P6nr5Y/s320/100_9717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391142422457663074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids sitting on top of  the HUGE pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEwF6FOV3I/AAAAAAAABYU/VPWmsHByWLc/s1600-h/100_9719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEwF6FOV3I/AAAAAAAABYU/VPWmsHByWLc/s320/100_9719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391143106987841394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison and Jonas together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEvdkzgJVI/AAAAAAAABYE/5zmj631in-s/s1600-h/100_9716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEvdkzgJVI/AAAAAAAABYE/5zmj631in-s/s320/100_9716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391142414081598802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEvdNlyTYI/AAAAAAAABX8/J2HUeAPHbb4/s1600-h/100_9713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEvdNlyTYI/AAAAAAAABX8/J2HUeAPHbb4/s320/100_9713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391142407850052994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the sign in back of picture 2.  "Goodness Grows in NC"&lt;br /&gt;All 4 of us were "grown" in NC.  I guess we are GOODNESS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEwi3ef1-I/AAAAAAAABYs/mBKy35i6tjo/s1600-h/100_9722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEwi3ef1-I/AAAAAAAABYs/mBKy35i6tjo/s200/100_9722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391143604504745954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEwjbjHjrI/AAAAAAAABY0/a8KuwIFDOx0/s1600-h/100_9724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEwjbjHjrI/AAAAAAAABY0/a8KuwIFDOx0/s200/100_9724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391143614187802290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I with the famous huge pumpkins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEuHuqqiBI/AAAAAAAABXE/6WN-yVHUDgE/s1600-h/100_9667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEuHuqqiBI/AAAAAAAABXE/6WN-yVHUDgE/s320/100_9667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391140939260135442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids on the hayride.  Notice their halloween shirts.  Joey's is a Mummy that says "Mmmm, CANDY!!!"  And Maddie's is of her FAVE animal, an OWL!!!  I love my CUTE babies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEvcccvoTI/AAAAAAAABXs/Q-NRlVpmblc/s1600-h/100_9709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEvcccvoTI/AAAAAAAABXs/Q-NRlVpmblc/s320/100_9709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391142394658791730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEvcirAlHI/AAAAAAAABX0/xhhSQCprn94/s1600-h/100_9711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEvcirAlHI/AAAAAAAABX0/xhhSQCprn94/s320/100_9711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391142396329235570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my two hillbilly kids.  I love Maddie's expression.  She's so funny.  Both of them look so serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEuJtNeG8I/AAAAAAAABXk/JTrOa5Kfk-A/s1600-h/100_9699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEuJtNeG8I/AAAAAAAABXk/JTrOa5Kfk-A/s320/100_9699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391140973228989378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the real Maddie aka  Miss Priss!!!  But what a little cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEuJJSQpKI/AAAAAAAABXc/m8dteMg7oq0/s1600-h/100_9682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEuJJSQpKI/AAAAAAAABXc/m8dteMg7oq0/s320/100_9682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391140963585402018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEuIpDukjI/AAAAAAAABXU/v5F68QCMwNs/s1600-h/100_9681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEuIpDukjI/AAAAAAAABXU/v5F68QCMwNs/s320/100_9681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391140954934514226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas enjoyed throwing the hay everywhere.  He'd rip it out of the bales and then throw it and laugh.  He loves being destructive.  My baby boy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEuIITIsxI/AAAAAAAABXM/bEWZP4_grqk/s1600-h/100_9675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEuIITIsxI/AAAAAAAABXM/bEWZP4_grqk/s320/100_9675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391140946140771090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the goats that we got to feed corn too.  The kids really enjoyed it.  I don't have any pictures of them doing it but I have a video, though it's too long to add on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was our trip to the pumpkin patch this year.  We enjoyed it and we all have our pumpkins and are ready to carve them.  It will be interesting to see what we all decide to carve them into.  Maddie is requesting an owl again this year, which is no surprise. :o)&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to have this fall weather here.  It's just so refreshing after that hot, humid summer!!                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YA'LL!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-7585668970473238273?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/7585668970473238273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=7585668970473238273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7585668970473238273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7585668970473238273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-family-trip-to-pumpkin-patch.html' title='Our Family Trip to the Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StEwGh3HIuI/AAAAAAAABYk/C2lKIVZOwTg/s72-c/100_9738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-5504693995659119066</id><published>2009-10-09T12:22:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:59:09.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5K for Leo Jenkins Cancer Center</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, Jason participated in a 5K .  It was to raise money  for the Leo W. Jenkins  Cancer Center here in Greenville.  When we all got there we found out that the kids were able to participate in a Kids Dash, in which Maddie did.  Here are pictures of Jason during his run...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss9oWyKrUOI/AAAAAAAABWU/HJU-3_jT4Xw/s320/100_9530.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390642019618738402" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss9oWEpGxnI/AAAAAAAABWM/m160nIje4Aw/s320/100_9545.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390642007398336114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss9oXXJkRyI/AAAAAAAABWc/PH0WmpA28Fs/s1600-h/100_9580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss9oXXJkRyI/AAAAAAAABWc/PH0WmpA28Fs/s320/100_9580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390642029546194722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Here are the pictures of Maddie during her Dash.  She was the youngest participant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss9wEU3ZZVI/AAAAAAAABWk/1QBClrQzKS0/s320/100_9573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390650498608620882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss9wE_xs9jI/AAAAAAAABWs/NP4wd2rhz-E/s320/100_9574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390650510127461938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss9yKVP0r6I/AAAAAAAABW0/CS8LFXyytV4/s320/100_9567.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390652800813543330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to say how proud I am of both of them.  I was so extremely proud of Madison.  She was so into it that after she had finished she wanted to run some more.  What a cutie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss928eJY2CI/AAAAAAAABW8/QMxompnGVYw/s320/100_9579.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390658060242442274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2803495258445247193-5504693995659119066?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5504693995659119066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=5504693995659119066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5504693995659119066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5504693995659119066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/10/5k-for-leo-jenkins-cancer-center.html' title='5K for Leo Jenkins Cancer Center'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss9oWyKrUOI/AAAAAAAABWU/HJU-3_jT4Xw/s72-c/100_9530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-7698467281499781465</id><published>2009-10-08T10:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:11:37.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking and Driving</title><content type='html'>Jonas likes this little John Deere Buck Truck that Sharon got him.  Here's a couple of pictures that I caught of him riding on it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at that smile!!!  Awww, I could just eat him up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss3xUKL0fKI/AAAAAAAABV8/PuFCs6IsS4M/s1600-h/100_9611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss3xUKL0fKI/AAAAAAAABV8/PuFCs6IsS4M/s320/100_9611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390229657665961122" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, here's the evidence of his DUIm (Driving Under the Influence of Milk)!!!  We started him early.  Hope we can break this habit before it shows up on his record.  LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss3xUjqsLOI/AAAAAAAABWE/B_XNrmlXxZw/s1600-h/100_9612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss3xUjqsLOI/AAAAAAAABWE/B_XNrmlXxZw/s320/100_9612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390229664506326242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out what his shirt says...My Daddy's a Stud too.  I love this shirt.  I bought it even before he was born.  I had to have it.  I just knew he was going to be a cutie just like his handsome Daddy!!! ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-7698467281499781465?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/7698467281499781465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=7698467281499781465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7698467281499781465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7698467281499781465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/10/drinking-and-driving.html' title='Drinking and Driving'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss3xUKL0fKI/AAAAAAAABV8/PuFCs6IsS4M/s72-c/100_9611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-164302230561046991</id><published>2009-10-07T21:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:59:58.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>Today was Maddie's first day in Tap and Ballet.  As some of you know, she has been taking gymnastics, though she wasn't to happy about it.  She was excited about it initially but when she started going she didn't like it.  She does have 2 weeks left of gymnastics but we went ahead and started her in dance classes.  So like I said, today was her first day...and she LOVED it.  She left there saying she wanted to go back next week.  I was so excited, she never said that about gymnastics.&lt;div&gt;Well here are some pictures of her all decked out and ready for class.  Isn't she precious?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss1IENKEKMI/AAAAAAAABVM/fpWfWNxTPUs/s200/100_9616.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390043566120904898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss1IE8DtFoI/AAAAAAAABVU/C-ybSe9_CFs/s200/100_9619.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390043578710693506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss1IFVKVqfI/AAAAAAAABVc/x1NvWHsQ8sA/s200/100_9622.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390043585449404914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's really good at dancing on her tippy-toes!!  Maybe we'll have a little ballerina, yet!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss1IDH7iJ1I/AAAAAAAABU8/_cQC7fs8Db0/s200/100_9614.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390043547537909586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddie in her tap shoes. (Courtesy of Sharon.  Thank you, GaGa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss1IDuTlNBI/AAAAAAAABVE/r_wp5xcScds/s200/100_9615.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390043557839320082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; tap shoes.  She's the only one with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; ones but she ADORES them.  They are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; with glitter, it just screams MADISON!!!  LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss1I_SLWCUI/AAAAAAAABVs/n5GZ_wv5KKQ/s1600-h/100_9626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss1I_SLWCUI/AAAAAAAABVs/n5GZ_wv5KKQ/s200/100_9626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390044581080729922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss1I-7LlqCI/AAAAAAAABVk/uwPO0J9d198/s1600-h/100_9625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss1I-7LlqCI/AAAAAAAABVk/uwPO0J9d198/s200/100_9625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390044574907738146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddie walking into the dance building.  She was so ready to go that she told me that she could go all by herself.  Already to big for her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; lil' britches!!  LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss1I_-9wiMI/AAAAAAAABV0/uAdJz5V_dH8/s1600-h/100_9628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss1I_-9wiMI/AAAAAAAABV0/uAdJz5V_dH8/s200/100_9628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390044593103341762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddie with her other dancing friend just as class was starting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddie had a great time and loved it.  She looked so cute all dressed in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; leotard, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; tights, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; tutu, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; hair ribbons, and 2 pairs of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; shoes...as Maddie would say, She was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;PINKILICIOUS&lt;/span&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/2803495258445247193-164302230561046991?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/164302230561046991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=164302230561046991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/164302230561046991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/164302230561046991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-little-dancing-queen.html' title='My Little Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Ss1IENKEKMI/AAAAAAAABVM/fpWfWNxTPUs/s72-c/100_9616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-2872742475156353091</id><published>2009-09-29T16:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:56:38.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been almost a month since my last blog.  I have to fess up and tell you that I have been "sucked" into the Facebook world.  It's been a month or so now that I have been a member and so now the newness has worn off.  So a-blogging we will go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have some catching up to do but I know that when I go back and catch up that my blogs always turn it novels so if it makes you feel any better, we haven't really had much going on so that means not so much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell ya a little about today.  It has been a good day, an easy going day. It's just me and the kids today.  Oh yeah, I guess you may not know but for the last 2 weeks Jason has been on his ED rotation at Bertie County Memorial (it's about an hour away from here).  His schedule for this rotation is like this:  Works Tues, Thurs, Sat from 8am until 8 am the next day.  Then the week after that he'll only work one day and goes back to the 3 days.  So he has an easy week and then a busy week and goes back and forth until the 6 weeks is over.  So his first 2 weeks have been very slack but today was his first day of his first busy week.  So he's been home a lot which in some ways are good but it's challenging too. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's just me and the kids today.  While Jonas was taking his nap (he's pretty much just down to one nap a day now), Maddie and I worked on her Halloween outfit.  She is super excited about it.  I think she's more excited about her costume than getting candy.  If you know us then you know that we ALL love to dress up for Halloween.  So I'll be working on all of those as Halloween approaches.  I"m not going to tell ya what we are planning on dressing up as, we love to keep it a secret.  I don't know why but we do.   I'll probably slip up at some point but I'll try not to.  Anyway we started making it this morning, made a pattern and then measured and cut fabric and all that.  Later, I started the sewing part.  It looked so cute.  I had Maddie try it on for me...UH OH!!!!  It didn't fit.  I don't know how I could have done that.  I was so mad at myself.  I wanted it to be fitted but I guess I just didn't measure right.  So what does that mean?  That means spending more money to buy more fabric.  That makes me so mad.  Well anyway, I"m not going to dwell on it. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, today was good.  We played outside.  We had great weather.  It was nice and cool but not cold.  I love it.  Fall is here!!!!    The kids were good today.  Not too much drama in the house today.  It was just a simple but good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-2872742475156353091?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2872742475156353091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=2872742475156353091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2872742475156353091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2872742475156353091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg.html' title='OMG!!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-4355856307910496271</id><published>2009-08-31T21:50:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:08:23.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our busy month of August</title><content type='html'>Well our month of August begin with a trip to Fayetteville.  August 1st was the weekend of Jason's birthday so we went to spend time with the family.  We mostly just hung out and went swimming at David and Tresea's.  Here's some pix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyJ3edWApI/AAAAAAAABNw/_iROYUzdPVw/s1600-h/100_8293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyJ3edWApI/AAAAAAAABNw/_iROYUzdPVw/s200/100_8293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376323641335480978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas and Maddie sharing a float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyJ2awsa7I/AAAAAAAABNg/tiUcXrB6PKs/s1600-h/100_8320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyJ2awsa7I/AAAAAAAABNg/tiUcXrB6PKs/s200/100_8320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376323623163030450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyJ3FQxG5I/AAAAAAAABNo/TtuQqxLj5sE/s1600-h/100_8321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyJ3FQxG5I/AAAAAAAABNo/TtuQqxLj5sE/s200/100_8321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376323634571844498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie has finally found that jumping into the pool is fun...as long as the float is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyLlHnQ6DI/AAAAAAAABOI/fDJ39TZAPMA/s1600-h/100_8310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyLlHnQ6DI/AAAAAAAABOI/fDJ39TZAPMA/s200/100_8310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376325524988684338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas likes to jump too but you gotta catch him or he won't be HAPPY!!  But here in this picture, he's happy...look at that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyJ1n8QlsI/AAAAAAAABNQ/JbaY5L34X_A/s1600-h/100_8314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyJ1n8QlsI/AAAAAAAABNQ/JbaY5L34X_A/s200/100_8314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376323609521329858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyLkBPod-I/AAAAAAAABN4/eZl9fqzwXik/s1600-h/100_8298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyLkBPod-I/AAAAAAAABN4/eZl9fqzwXik/s200/100_8298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376325506099083234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy cheerleading with Jonas and Maddie.  This is Maddie doing her Lib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyLl7EpAII/AAAAAAAABOQ/fWWwcMcDPGk/s1600-h/100_8317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyLl7EpAII/AAAAAAAABOQ/fWWwcMcDPGk/s200/100_8317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376325538802106498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyLmVU-mnI/AAAAAAAABOY/Qkuvl3UxJBw/s1600-h/100_8296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyLmVU-mnI/AAAAAAAABOY/Qkuvl3UxJBw/s200/100_8296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376325545849952882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas likes to swim around for a bit but then he just likes to hang out in the float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyLkt9iDFI/AAAAAAAABOA/5lhNm83b66Q/s1600-h/100_8308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyLkt9iDFI/AAAAAAAABOA/5lhNm83b66Q/s200/100_8308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376325518102760530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie likes for Daddy to swing her around in the water and make big waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyJ2CUt4aI/AAAAAAAABNY/q5GBDuBMhPI/s1600-h/100_8326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyJ2CUt4aI/AAAAAAAABNY/q5GBDuBMhPI/s200/100_8326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376323616603234722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken on Sunday morning as everyone else was getting ready for church.  Maddie found these tanning goggles and snuggled up with Patches in Granddaddy's bed and was watching some TV.  It was a funny site and it made us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend we hung out at home and played on the Slip N' Slide.  We had a good time.  I got on it too but no pics of that, thank goodness.  Here's some pictures and videos too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpySQ5x4ICI/AAAAAAAABOg/Csdl-xohkYo/s1600-h/100_8402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpySQ5x4ICI/AAAAAAAABOg/Csdl-xohkYo/s200/100_8402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376332874259111970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyVGWU4pdI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Mwop2VEJ_Rs/s1600-h/100_8432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyVGWU4pdI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Mwop2VEJ_Rs/s200/100_8432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376335991478461906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas drinking the water that is squirting up.  He was so thrilled with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpySSozusLI/AAAAAAAABPA/ltHLKfFJmY8/s1600-h/100_8424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpySSozusLI/AAAAAAAABPA/ltHLKfFJmY8/s200/100_8424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376332904063217842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've  gotta double click on this picture to see just what it is that I'm taking a picture of...Can you say "WEDGIE"!!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpySSH5M6pI/AAAAAAAABO4/q66ItZOgWt4/s1600-h/100_8421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpySSH5M6pI/AAAAAAAABO4/q66ItZOgWt4/s200/100_8421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376332895227800210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and the kids just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpySRuTYXzI/AAAAAAAABOw/ah8gP20IEjM/s1600-h/100_8416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpySRuTYXzI/AAAAAAAABOw/ah8gP20IEjM/s200/100_8416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376332888358281010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyVF2TgT0I/AAAAAAAABPI/HPilYHDZzsA/s1600-h/100_8425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyVF2TgT0I/AAAAAAAABPI/HPilYHDZzsA/s200/100_8425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376335982882737986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas sliding down with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpySRKFXYJI/AAAAAAAABOo/YoJLHkC_WM4/s1600-h/100_8406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpySRKFXYJI/AAAAAAAABOo/YoJLHkC_WM4/s200/100_8406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376332878635819154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready, set, GO!!! SWOOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyVG7XToBI/AAAAAAAABPY/wjyPYp7MP8g/s1600-h/100_8434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyVG7XToBI/AAAAAAAABPY/wjyPYp7MP8g/s200/100_8434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376336001420730386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas making a SPLISH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyVHa7siOI/AAAAAAAABPg/7tuyAuLbBnA/s1600-h/100_8439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyVHa7siOI/AAAAAAAABPg/7tuyAuLbBnA/s200/100_8439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376336009894856930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyaMQMdG-I/AAAAAAAABPw/NepnuY8Iv-g/s1600-h/100_8445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyaMQMdG-I/AAAAAAAABPw/NepnuY8Iv-g/s200/100_8445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376341590469843938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie making a SPLASH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyVHggGpMI/AAAAAAAABPo/rXxRp6YFXhI/s1600-h/100_8442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyVHggGpMI/AAAAAAAABPo/rXxRp6YFXhI/s200/100_8442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376336011389740226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy making a SPLISH and a SPLASH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the videos...They aren't anything special.  I took it with the camera instead of the actual video camera so they are very poor quality but at least I have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ca41fb7e5998ffa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ca41fb7e5998ffa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334534764%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44C444893B6A67B37900AF34B5CBFA7842CF8EA0.5C9E8DF708E3C8EADDC76E585C3B136EC9E41D25%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ca41fb7e5998ffa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dppy8Ih8RNnD-NT1sVm3qbbrg4s0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ca41fb7e5998ffa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334534764%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44C444893B6A67B37900AF34B5CBFA7842CF8EA0.5C9E8DF708E3C8EADDC76E585C3B136EC9E41D25%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ca41fb7e5998ffa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dppy8Ih8RNnD-NT1sVm3qbbrg4s0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-942901c20af94e14" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D942901c20af94e14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334534764%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38879A61F133C0E43F7078BB514BB55C302F7CC0.1F278D2FA7D7F1DEBE0C463F2B5540112387B8FD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D942901c20af94e14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSnva5JbWMYZrshOW7KYjeB1GzSg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D942901c20af94e14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334534764%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38879A61F133C0E43F7078BB514BB55C302F7CC0.1F278D2FA7D7F1DEBE0C463F2B5540112387B8FD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D942901c20af94e14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSnva5JbWMYZrshOW7KYjeB1GzSg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie's dancing cracks me up in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that same week we went to the park.  It was a semi-mild humid morning, so we ventured out to the park.  So here's just a few of the kiddos playing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1t30jDuTI/AAAAAAAABQI/63BpynLhdBI/s1600-h/100_8367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1t30jDuTI/AAAAAAAABQI/63BpynLhdBI/s200/100_8367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376574335916161330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1t4wgVRNI/AAAAAAAABQY/99xKvz_RxyI/s1600-h/100_8374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1t4wgVRNI/AAAAAAAABQY/99xKvz_RxyI/s200/100_8374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376574352010855634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie likes to swing in these big swings.(They are actually made for handicap kids)&lt;br /&gt;She also just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to play in the wet sand and get all nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1t3MMsXJI/AAAAAAAABP4/tC8HcsCGF2o/s1600-h/100_8363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1t3MMsXJI/AAAAAAAABP4/tC8HcsCGF2o/s200/100_8363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376574325084937362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1t4QOd0XI/AAAAAAAABQQ/3Bygw6DIYpE/s1600-h/100_8373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1t4QOd0XI/AAAAAAAABQQ/3Bygw6DIYpE/s200/100_8373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376574343345983858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas riding on the bug and alligator.  I love the first picture.  He just looks so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1t3q33G1I/AAAAAAAABQA/5q3zbasH-ac/s1600-h/100_8370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1t3q33G1I/AAAAAAAABQA/5q3zbasH-ac/s200/100_8370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376574333319060306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie and Jonas sharing a ride with 2 other kids.  Just so happened that these other kids were in Maddie's Pre-School class.  Seamus and Claire are their names and they are twins.  They are very sweet kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1xGpzAXoI/AAAAAAAABQg/CJNRv0b7NDE/s1600-h/100_8378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1xGpzAXoI/AAAAAAAABQg/CJNRv0b7NDE/s200/100_8378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376577889263181442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas enjoying the bouncy ride that Maddie is giving him.  Maddie likes that Jonas is big enough now to ride with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1xG-3Ki9I/AAAAAAAABQo/1RulGHupTyA/s1600-h/100_8386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1xG-3Ki9I/AAAAAAAABQo/1RulGHupTyA/s200/100_8386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376577894917770194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas making some chimed music.  He went crazy on this thing once he realized what it did.  He was just beating them all together and laughing.  He enjoyed himself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I let Maddie play outside with her finger paints and after I had finish putting Jonas down, I come out to see THIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1xH3I7IMI/AAAAAAAABQ4/QrpsqGwKGyw/s1600-h/100_8355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1xH3I7IMI/AAAAAAAABQ4/QrpsqGwKGyw/s200/100_8355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376577910024642754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1xIZq-LUI/AAAAAAAABRA/bK56QQVhwbM/s1600-h/100_8357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1xIZq-LUI/AAAAAAAABRA/bK56QQVhwbM/s200/100_8357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376577919294254402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1xHX-x0yI/AAAAAAAABQw/7iSC9Nz3VWk/s1600-h/100_8353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp1xHX-x0yI/AAAAAAAABQw/7iSC9Nz3VWk/s200/100_8353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376577901660590882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First picture was the face of Opps, I got caught.  And then she so proudly showed me her paintings on paper and herself.  I'm just glad it was outside. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just some random pictures from through out that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp18QlwA5NI/AAAAAAAABRI/EBsUngkEQXg/s1600-h/100_8447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp18QlwA5NI/AAAAAAAABRI/EBsUngkEQXg/s200/100_8447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376590154603488466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie being silly with a Mr.Potato Head mustache stuck in her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp18RlrivJI/AAAAAAAABRg/RoHErZ48S90/s1600-h/100_8461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp18RlrivJI/AAAAAAAABRg/RoHErZ48S90/s200/100_8461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376590171764604050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Maddie playing with her LeapPad that GiGi gave her for her birthday. She plays with it a lot.  Her favorite game is the princess one of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp18SKkOjJI/AAAAAAAABRo/91ww_jI9uV4/s1600-h/100_8467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp18SKkOjJI/AAAAAAAABRo/91ww_jI9uV4/s200/100_8467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376590181666032786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas playing hair dresser while Maddie is trying to concentrate and do her LeapPad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp18QzEkfDI/AAAAAAAABRQ/vWSjTZ2OS2g/s1600-h/100_8449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp18QzEkfDI/AAAAAAAABRQ/vWSjTZ2OS2g/s200/100_8449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376590158179367986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp18RSOExGI/AAAAAAAABRY/g8tThunpHxo/s1600-h/100_8450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp18RSOExGI/AAAAAAAABRY/g8tThunpHxo/s200/100_8450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376590166540731490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Picture#1) Jonas sitting at Maddie's little desk working hard on a beautiful picture.  Doesn't he look big just sitting there and coloring? (Picture#2) I bought these boots for Maddie but I think Jonas wears them the most.  He just likes to play around in them as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week the kids and I went for a visit to my parents.  I went so that I could go to a Open House for a friend of mine that had gotten married out west a few weeks before. I also got to see my BFF, Cathryn and we took the kids (her 2 and my 2) to Chuck E Cheese.  Though I enjoy seeing my family and friends, it was not a good trip up there.  The kids didn't even fall asleep until like 45 mins before I got there and it's a 4 (that turned into a 5) hour drive.  After that I remembered why I don't drive there without Jason.  Luckily, the drive home wasn't as bad, not good but not as bad.  Here's 2 pics of Maddie playing dress up in my sisters old play stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2BuuBqL4I/AAAAAAAABR4/iyEfiNzKfZs/s1600-h/100_8474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2BuuBqL4I/AAAAAAAABR4/iyEfiNzKfZs/s200/100_8474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376596169779195778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2BudRtbLI/AAAAAAAABRw/8TF4lAFaDeE/s1600-h/100_8470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2BudRtbLI/AAAAAAAABRw/8TF4lAFaDeE/s200/100_8470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376596165283114162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Little Maddie, but a cute one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove home the 4 hours on Sat and then on Monday was Jonas' appt at Duke so then I had to drive the kids 2 hours to Durham for that.  On the way up there, I gave Maddie one of those Handi-Snacks Cheese and Stick things and she took the cheese and smeared it all over her arms and face and some on Jonas' cheeks.  The appt took longer than usual so we didn't get out until after lunch time.  So that means that they were tired and hungry.  I stopped at a McDonald's and let them eat and play for a while.  This made them full bellied and exhausted so they actually fell asleep in the car, which they rarely do now.  After we got home, a few other things happened that caused me to lose all sanity.  Maddie took her sippy cup and splashed her cranberry juice all over the floor.  Then later while Maddie was going poopoo, she allowed her little brother to play in the toilet.  This is the point of where I LOST it.  I screamed and yelled and punched the wall, I was just so angry.  Everything had just been building up over the last week or so that the POOP did me in.  There was poop all over Jonas and Maddie and smeared around the bathroom.  I knew that he was in there with her but I just never thought that I'd come to find that!! But we did all live through that experience...barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some more random pictures of the middle of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2KGAMbvuI/AAAAAAAABTQ/wlk0vjs6_Ao/s1600-h/100_8492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2KGAMbvuI/AAAAAAAABTQ/wlk0vjs6_Ao/s200/100_8492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376605365886238434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2KHP-qpBI/AAAAAAAABTg/XqMLwzxexmw/s1600-h/100_8495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2KHP-qpBI/AAAAAAAABTg/XqMLwzxexmw/s200/100_8495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376605387303330834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2KGgmER0I/AAAAAAAABTY/Kp5eymHStI0/s1600-h/100_8498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2KGgmER0I/AAAAAAAABTY/Kp5eymHStI0/s200/100_8498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376605374583686978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy taking Joey and Maddie on a little ride around the back yard on the motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;In picture 3 is Jonas crying b/c he wasn't finished riding.  This boy LOVES the motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2KHRnHdII/AAAAAAAABTo/7MY3p35a0wY/s1600-h/100_8328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2KHRnHdII/AAAAAAAABTo/7MY3p35a0wY/s200/100_8328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376605387741426818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2HFF3_9NI/AAAAAAAABSA/i7hI4pUT8yI/s1600-h/100_8479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2HFF3_9NI/AAAAAAAABSA/i7hI4pUT8yI/s200/100_8479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376602051696391378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First pic is of Maddie with her sunflower that was planted on Earth Day (April 22) and now it's as tall as her.  Second pic is of a weather confused girl with a summer dress and toboggan on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2IL9-4GUI/AAAAAAAABTI/zNWxuAP077s/s1600-h/100_8538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2IL9-4GUI/AAAAAAAABTI/zNWxuAP077s/s200/100_8538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376603269348464962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2ILaGJiYI/AAAAAAAABTA/edcsjPIsV_8/s1600-h/100_8533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2ILaGJiYI/AAAAAAAABTA/edcsjPIsV_8/s200/100_8533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376603259715291522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids taking turns swinging on a tree branch here in the front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2IKj3Sq6I/AAAAAAAABSw/De3IR9oZuu0/s1600-h/100_8530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2IKj3Sq6I/AAAAAAAABSw/De3IR9oZuu0/s200/100_8530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376603245157460898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of very few pictures of me...but I was giving Jonas a piggy back ride.  He enjoyed it.  (Please ignore that I look like crap and a little on the WT side.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2HGC8Ib5I/AAAAAAAABSQ/qXzXpF3H15E/s1600-h/100_8523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2HGC8Ib5I/AAAAAAAABSQ/qXzXpF3H15E/s200/100_8523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376602068088287122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2IKOdr8UI/AAAAAAAABSo/pv2bO2lL3T4/s1600-h/100_8516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2IKOdr8UI/AAAAAAAABSo/pv2bO2lL3T4/s200/100_8516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376603239412920642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2HGpHKtsI/AAAAAAAABSY/EBd6Uwx6L4Q/s1600-h/100_8524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2HGpHKtsI/AAAAAAAABSY/EBd6Uwx6L4Q/s200/100_8524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376602078335121090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2HHK5sCTI/AAAAAAAABSg/v0TmthBAGis/s1600-h/100_8527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2HHK5sCTI/AAAAAAAABSg/v0TmthBAGis/s200/100_8527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376602087405390130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2IK0l0ZNI/AAAAAAAABS4/IaDksKnX6IM/s1600-h/100_8531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2IK0l0ZNI/AAAAAAAABS4/IaDksKnX6IM/s200/100_8531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376603249647576274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy helped our little monkeys climb the tree.  Maddie climb up pretty far without much help but a little scared about coming down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2HFyBpoeI/AAAAAAAABSI/0hCdnB7OJoA/s1600-h/100_8480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2HFyBpoeI/AAAAAAAABSI/0hCdnB7OJoA/s200/100_8480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376602063548031458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome little fellow.  First picture if you look close you can see that he has a paci in both hands and the obvious one in his mouth.  And as you can see, he's already a Tar Heel fan too. Cute HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2KIKrtJdI/AAAAAAAABTw/w6dB-pehKm8/s1600-h/100_8499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp2KIKrtJdI/AAAAAAAABTw/w6dB-pehKm8/s200/100_8499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376605403061495250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp3IuOq_mGI/AAAAAAAABT4/P_faRq0cXEw/s1600-h/100_8500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp3IuOq_mGI/AAAAAAAABT4/P_faRq0cXEw/s200/100_8500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376674226688202850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First picture is of him folding his arms for the prayer.  What a sweetie!!  He has started mumbling too when we say prayers.  He's trying to say his own.  I''m sure the Lord knows what he's saying and that's all that matters. :o)  Second picture is of him after we told him to close his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp3IuUWBvqI/AAAAAAAABUA/Ng9dqA5GpiA/s1600-h/100_8501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp3IuUWBvqI/AAAAAAAABUA/Ng9dqA5GpiA/s200/100_8501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376674228210876066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp3Iu3tMSTI/AAAAAAAABUI/BDDInj1KDY4/s1600-h/100_8503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp3Iu3tMSTI/AAAAAAAABUI/BDDInj1KDY4/s200/100_8503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376674237703276850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp3IvcdJG8I/AAAAAAAABUQ/S1huz2U9nx0/s1600-h/100_8505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp3IvcdJG8I/AAAAAAAABUQ/S1huz2U9nx0/s200/100_8505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376674247568071618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jonas playing in his room like a good little boy.  I love the first picture, the way he's got his chin resting on his hand while he's playing.  That's so cute!!  Pic3 he's making his animals sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp3Ivx7Q3kI/AAAAAAAABUY/6OgSbcS9Nmw/s1600-h/100_8508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sp3Ivx7Q3kI/AAAAAAAABUY/6OgSbcS9Nmw/s200/100_8508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376674253331553858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After he was all done playing with his barn set he decided to read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are finally at the end of  August Updates.  The last thing that happened in Aug was Jason's Triathlon and I'm going to blog about that separately.  And I'll just go on from there.  Sorry this was so long but I don't want to leave anything out for my own future use.  This is kinda like a journal for our family so that's why there's so much in it.  Thanks for reading!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-4355856307910496271?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4355856307910496271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=4355856307910496271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4355856307910496271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4355856307910496271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-busy-month-of-august.html' title='Our busy month of August'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SpyJ3edWApI/AAAAAAAABNw/_iROYUzdPVw/s72-c/100_8293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-2513792746180295385</id><published>2009-08-31T13:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:57:56.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I never want to see pancake syrup again!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so this is the second time that this has happened except this time it wasn't just one child but two.  Today I was just gonna take a few minutes to post an ad for David and Tresea on Kijiji.com so that they could sell their birds.  After a couple of minutes, Maddie comes in here to the computer where I am and is smacking her hands together and I can see that they are all sticky.  And I looked at her and said, "PLEASE tell me that isn't syrup!" Then she laughs and runs put of the room.  I go to check out the damage and there sits an empty 24 ounces of bottle of pancake syrup.  Both of my children are standing in the puddle of it, just stomping up and down.  Thankfully, most of it was on the area rug in the living room.  I was angry but I didn't yell...I just looked at Maddie and said, "WHY did you do this?" And she said Jonas did it.  Now she does already understand how to put the blame on her little brother but I did believe her when she said that it was Jonas b/c for some reason when the cabinet is open, that's the first thing he goes for.  When we do have pancakes, I don't give him syrup so it's not like he knows what it is and he just wants it.  I think that he just likes it b/c he likes to flip the lid open and closed.  We do have child locks on the cabinets but there's one that doesn't and it just happens to be the one right next to the one that has the syrup in it and so as they have done before, I guess they reached through the "unlocked" one and grabbed the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so after I found the mess, I grabbed the rug and threw it out on the patio and then grabbed the kids and threw them in the bath.  And like I said, I have been through this before when Maddie was about Jonas' age now.  I had taken Jason breakfast in bed on a Sunday morning and forgot to take the syrup back into the kitchen and she had gotten a hold of it while Jason and I were getting dressed for church.  That time I had jumped on the computer and "googled" the best way to get it up.  So that's the same way I did it this time...just diluting it with water and soaking it up.  It worked pretty well.  The only thing left are just spots you can't see but you can feel the stickiness when you are barefoot, I guess it's from the kids running around after pouncing in the puddle.  So then I made both of them go to there beds and have quiet time and it ended up that they both fell asleep.  WOO HOO!!!  So then I went outside to spray off the rug and was hoping that it would come out easily.  I'll have to see how it looks after it is fully dry.  I'm hoping that we won't start having those tiny ants everywhere.  One good thing is that we are only in this apartment for another few months and then we won't have to worry about that spot anymore.  I just hope that nothing like this happens in a house that is finally ours.   I know I usually grab my camera when things like this happen but today I was a little more worried about it seeping into the carpet so no pics of soppy, syrupy kids and carpet, SORRY!!!  I'm just glad that we all made it through it alive and somewhat sane.  And I say that with a smile :o)!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-2513792746180295385?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2513792746180295385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=2513792746180295385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2513792746180295385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2513792746180295385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-never-want-to-see-pancake-syrup-again.html' title='I never want to see pancake syrup again!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-2328909987240882467</id><published>2009-08-18T15:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:24:57.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas' Appt at Duke Eye Center</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Jonas had an appointment at the Duke Eye Center and after that check up the doctor told me that we should schedule his surgery date for the end of the year.  I know that he needs it but just hearing that and thinking about it gives Jason and I that yucky sick feeling in the pit of our stomachs.  It's a very minor surgery, it would only last an hour at the most in the out patient area but it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; baby boy.  He's just so young.  I guess it's better to do it now though, he wouldn't be scared about it or even remember it.  After the surgery, he shouldn't have any problems just in the need of  a little ointment and drops and after a week or 2 it should be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For those who don't know, Jonas has ptosis which means he has a droopy eyelid.  The doctor believes that it was from trauma during birth, his right eye was bruised and swollen shut for about a week and has had the ptosis since.  He has been seeing this specialist since he was 9 months old and from her measurements, his condition hasn't improved.  So from her explanation the procedure would be done like this:  2 small incisions, one on each side underneath, then cutting the muscle that pulls the eyelid open and removing approximately 3mm then reattaching the muscles together  causing the opening of his open to be bigger and not having the lid hanging down slightly further than normal.  If you see Jonas you may notice that he usually has his head tilted back more than another child, the doctor says that this is a good sign b/c it shows that he is using that eye.  He does this to use more of the bottom of the eye to see out of but after the surgery he will learn quickly that he doesn't have to do it anymore.  I did tell the doctor that he is a clumbsy walker b/c he has his head tilted back, he can't see things on the floor in front of him which causes him to trip and fall.  Luckily, he has never tripped and hurt himself badly.&lt;br /&gt;  Like I said though, I know that he needs this surgery but it just makes me cringe to think what is going to be done on my sweet little boy...MY BABY!!!  The surgery won't be until the middle of December, the week after Jason graduates so I'll try not to worry to much until then.  We will keep you all posted but please remember my baby in your prayers.  Thank you and we love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-2328909987240882467?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2328909987240882467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=2328909987240882467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2328909987240882467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2328909987240882467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/08/jonas-appt-at-duke-eye-center.html' title='Jonas&apos; Appt at Duke Eye Center'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-2642297089996440041</id><published>2009-08-11T14:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:06:59.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and Pieces of July (Random pictures)</title><content type='html'>Here is the rest of whatever was left of July...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG9rsUum0I/AAAAAAAABLI/ZLOsPY23iI0/s1600-h/100_7948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG9rsUum0I/AAAAAAAABLI/ZLOsPY23iI0/s320/100_7948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368780789132467010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie and I made this cake for the 4th of July but since we knew that we'd be out of town we took it to Dr. J's office and shared it with Daddy and everyone there. (Dr. J is the doctor that Jason was working with then in his Family Med rotation.)  Maddie really enjoyed helping me make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG9sHGq3xI/AAAAAAAABLY/aslxm9X748k/s1600-h/100_8033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG9sHGq3xI/AAAAAAAABLY/aslxm9X748k/s320/100_8033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368780796321259282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to post a picture of Maddie's cute double french braided ponytails that she had on the 4th of July.  This was taken at the Bremmer's house before we headed to the fireworks.  Maddie is actually having to sit in timeout here but what's new?         (I miss her long hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoqfTnEdERI/AAAAAAAABMw/Hb3n-XswpIM/s1600-h/100_8219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoqfTnEdERI/AAAAAAAABMw/Hb3n-XswpIM/s320/100_8219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371280664846733586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Jason has been riding so much and the kids always want to ride too, he thought he'd look for a bike tailor which he found for a great deal on craigslist.  Here's Jonas on his first ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few pictures are of Jonas, his own little photo shoot.  It was after church one Sunday and he was being funny and looking so cute so here's a few we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoqfSdwDuiI/AAAAAAAABMY/qwaXG10sJcY/s1600-h/100_8200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoqfSdwDuiI/AAAAAAAABMY/qwaXG10sJcY/s320/100_8200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371280645165398562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the preppy look on a little boy.  The long sleeve shirt with them rolled up with shorts and flip-flops.  Ohhhh, I could eat him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG-vQIWStI/AAAAAAAABMA/TxPfzTwwL50/s1600-h/100_8193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG-vQIWStI/AAAAAAAABMA/TxPfzTwwL50/s320/100_8193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368781949795453650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Daddy's jams on the Ipod Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoqfS8FXlpI/AAAAAAAABMg/0VKZoUqTVP8/s1600-h/100_8206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoqfS8FXlpI/AAAAAAAABMg/0VKZoUqTVP8/s320/100_8206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371280653307844242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a smile/laugh!!  It was so cute, he was just laying back on the pillows and listening to the music, until he grabbed the things and put them in his mouth.  YUCK!!!  That's why he's laughing, b/c we kept saying, "NOOOO, that's YUCKY!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoqfTMlzZrI/AAAAAAAABMo/upgN63xzcR0/s1600-h/100_8210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoqfTMlzZrI/AAAAAAAABMo/upgN63xzcR0/s320/100_8210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371280657738852018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome little man...or should I say my handsome little Jason.  LOL  His "mini-me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG-vqGH-UI/AAAAAAAABMI/qc2-9PSNWCY/s1600-h/100_8155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG-vqGH-UI/AAAAAAAABMI/qc2-9PSNWCY/s320/100_8155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368781956765448514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie's all ready for church in the new dress that PaPa Avery bought here for her birthday. Doesn't she look so big and mature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoqfRtAL-TI/AAAAAAAABMQ/hLrovfELWeo/s1600-h/scout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoqfRtAL-TI/AAAAAAAABMQ/hLrovfELWeo/s320/scout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371280632079710514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the cute picture of Maddie hugging Scout that I had told you about previously in the post about the Kinston Indians Game. This picture was taken by Jason's friend, Tatyana.  Maddie likes Taty so much that she named one of her baby dolls after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG-vA7q_AI/AAAAAAAABL4/vKsrvaenees/s1600-h/100_8172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG-vA7q_AI/AAAAAAAABL4/vKsrvaenees/s320/100_8172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368781945715751938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddos in their "jammies" giving their good night hugs.  Maddie just loves that Jonas will give her hugs now.  I love it too!!  My sweet babies loving on each other.  It makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG-ugWWSuI/AAAAAAAABLw/NwV8ct7bShI/s1600-h/100_8163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG-ugWWSuI/AAAAAAAABLw/NwV8ct7bShI/s320/100_8163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368781936969272034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Maddie's Pre-school there is a little shop (downtown G'ville) that makes garden sculptures from scrap metal.  I will have to say that not very often does anything catch my eye but this one did, of course it is like 10 feet high or more.  As you can tell it's a horse but it really is beautiful.  I thought it was cool enough to take a picture of and share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG-uX_wnUI/AAAAAAAABLo/Qt_zTYBZwpM/s1600-h/100_8118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG-uX_wnUI/AAAAAAAABLo/Qt_zTYBZwpM/s320/100_8118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368781934727044418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I had posted previously, Jason has been training for his upcoming triathlon.  He was riding in the neighborhood and came up on a car that was starting to back out of his driveway and he just didn't see Jason so instead of plowing into the car, Jason decided to just lay 'er down.  These are his war wounds.  It has left a nasty scar.  He had some minor scrapes down his leg and ankle bone and that shirt he has on has a hole in the shoulder now.  But I'm just glad that he's not hurt any more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG9sXbH-AI/AAAAAAAABLg/tEukfF_fLqE/s1600-h/100_8132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG9sXbH-AI/AAAAAAAABLg/tEukfF_fLqE/s320/100_8132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368780800702019586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie loves to play in the rain.  Well actually she loves to have a reason to wear her rain coat and boots.   She wanted a pair of rain boots for a while and I finally found a pair on sale so now she begs to play in the rain.  What little kid doesn't like to splash in puddles?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG9r251RZI/AAAAAAAABLQ/tf6GdHdnqZo/s1600-h/100_7952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG9r251RZI/AAAAAAAABLQ/tf6GdHdnqZo/s320/100_7952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368780791972447634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie has learned how to open Jonas' childproof doorknob thingy and so this is what I find when I go in to get him out.  Two cuties instead of one!!  Those little stinkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG9rPynEkI/AAAAAAAABLA/D8dkmDta4UI/s1600-h/100_7941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG9rPynEkI/AAAAAAAABLA/D8dkmDta4UI/s320/100_7941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368780781473174082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night Maddie was getting ready for bed and when I went in to say prayers and read scriptures with her, this is what I found.  It made me smile to see the two of them together like this. Maddie and Boomer BFF!!!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SorKqOQhPuI/AAAAAAAABM4/cfVRjuREuPU/s1600-h/100_8361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SorKqOQhPuI/AAAAAAAABM4/cfVRjuREuPU/s320/100_8361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371328332323438306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it isn't really anything to brag about but just so we can look back later and see...here's the bicycle I made out of fondant for Jason's birthday cake.  I had purchased an ice creak cake for him this year but I wanted to add a bit of a personal touch so a bike it is.  This was the only picture taken from Jason's birthday, again I suck at remembering  to take pictures.  On Jason's birthday(7/30), we had Kevin and Tiffany Johnson (Kevin's also a PA Student) over for Jason's fave...a steak dinner and then some cake and video games.  We also went to Fayetteville that weekend and had dinner with Sharon and Oma (Jason's mom and grandma).  We stayed the night with his Dad and Tresea. We grilled out, played in the pool and had cake too.  It was a nice weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-2642297089996440041?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2642297089996440041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=2642297089996440041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2642297089996440041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2642297089996440041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/08/bits-and-pieces-of-july-random-pictures.html' title='Bits and Pieces of July (Random pictures)'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SoG9rsUum0I/AAAAAAAABLI/ZLOsPY23iI0/s72-c/100_7948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-8444407626581358560</id><published>2009-08-07T22:26:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:43:23.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The month of July</title><content type='html'>So again, I'm blogging about the past.  There was a lot that happened in the month of July that I just never got around to blogging about.  July was a VERY busy month and we did a lot of fun stuff.  I did get a blog in about our 4th of July...Fantasy Lake and the Hope Mills Fireworks.  I also blogged about our day at Jungle Rapids in Wilmington with Grandma(Sharon).  There was some other stuff that we did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sat. July 11, we went to our first Kinston Indians Game (Baseball).  A doctor that Jason worked with during one of his rotations, bought the tickets for all the students that had been on that rotation.  Jason said that he was a very kind and personable doctor.  He must be, to have bought all of our tickets.  I won't lie, the game wasn't very entertaining but I didn't get to see most of it with the kids there.  They just couldn't sit still.  The nice thing about the stadium is that they have a playground.  I took the kids there after a little while.  Maddie really liked that b/c she made a couple of friends.  It was cute.  Maddie and 2 other little girls were running around holding hands and playing.  Maddie was very good at helping Jonas.  Jonas at this point was still scared a little of slides but Maddie was always ready and waiting at the bottom to check him.  Another thing that Maddie loved about the game was the bobble head Scout Dog that we got at the gate.  It was a long game especially with 2 tired kids and we lost but I'm still glad that went.   I'd like to go again,  just minus 2 kids next time.  Well here's the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzkNWqPlJI/AAAAAAAABJM/ixkRPMP-amM/s1600-h/100_8111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzkNWqPlJI/AAAAAAAABJM/ixkRPMP-amM/s320/100_8111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367415773990982802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnznSfn5f1I/AAAAAAAABJc/vKQygon5iO8/s1600-h/100_8109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnznSfn5f1I/AAAAAAAABJc/vKQygon5iO8/s320/100_8109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367419160831295314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and the kids watching the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzkMTRuPwI/AAAAAAAABI0/bFahiQ4NtY0/s1600-h/100_8104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzkMTRuPwI/AAAAAAAABI0/bFahiQ4NtY0/s320/100_8104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367415755902959362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzkMjB6OXI/AAAAAAAABI8/dB7VPidnrPs/s1600-h/100_8107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzkMjB6OXI/AAAAAAAABI8/dB7VPidnrPs/s320/100_8107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367415760131602802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Maddie holding her Scout Bobble-head.   (Second Pic)  Here is the real Scout!!  He's the Mascot as you can see.  (Rear the end of the game Maddie did have her picture taken with Scout but a friend took it with her camera.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzkNUU_0zI/AAAAAAAABJU/hZoBSzoV8ho/s1600-h/100_8113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzkNUU_0zI/AAAAAAAABJU/hZoBSzoV8ho/s320/100_8113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367415773364998962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Maddie sliding down behind her new friend that she made.  Jonas waiting to slide until Sissy can come catch him.  (This is that new playground I was telling you about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnznSmeau5I/AAAAAAAABJk/MJpi-vzWppc/s1600-h/100_8115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnznSmeau5I/AAAAAAAABJk/MJpi-vzWppc/s320/100_8115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367419162670578578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family pic before we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some more about the month of July...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 24th, we went to visit my family in Charlotte.  This wasn't just any regular visit, it was a bit more special.  My aunt, Debbie and her 5 year old son, Kyle were also visiting.  I was pretty excited b/c I haven't seen her much since I've been married.  She lives in Bowling Green, KY where my family used to live for a few years while I was in high school.  It had been 2 years since I last saw her and even longer before that.  She isn't just an aunt to me, she's more like my sister.  We are only 7 years apart and I spent a lot of time with her when we were growing up.  She even lived with us (in my parents  house) for a few years when I was like 14 or something.  Anyway, so like I was saying she is my "sister" not really an aunt.  So I was really going to see her not my mom and dad per say.  She's having another baby which is great.  She only has one 5 year old little boy so I'm really hoping she'll have a girl even though she says that she doesn't care.  I didn't really get to spend to much time with her but even a few days is better than none.  With all the people that were in that house at one time we needed to find something for the kids to do so we ventured out to the "Oh so Famous Chuck E. Cheese".  The kids enjoyed themselves.  Here's some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snzs6WDqjtI/AAAAAAAABJs/JF5ts66XHRk/s1600-h/100_8235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snzs6WDqjtI/AAAAAAAABJs/JF5ts66XHRk/s320/100_8235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367425343016308434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snzs6hVFyMI/AAAAAAAABJ0/zdBBqpxHTEg/s1600-h/100_8237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snzs6hVFyMI/AAAAAAAABJ0/zdBBqpxHTEg/s320/100_8237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367425346042185922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snzs7nJok4I/AAAAAAAABKE/wwADPXzNjXM/s1600-h/100_8249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snzs7nJok4I/AAAAAAAABKE/wwADPXzNjXM/s320/100_8249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367425364784616322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and Maddie in a simulator of a Roller Coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzvSHBHbDI/AAAAAAAABK0/VkCr0IMId-s/s1600-h/100_8264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzvSHBHbDI/AAAAAAAABK0/VkCr0IMId-s/s320/100_8264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367427950319201330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzvRxlOTPI/AAAAAAAABKs/nHuCOabERhg/s1600-h/100_8262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzvRxlOTPI/AAAAAAAABKs/nHuCOabERhg/s320/100_8262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367427944565066994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie riding on her beautiful white stallion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzvRb1nK6I/AAAAAAAABKc/NYpKUvKaE0Y/s1600-h/100_8254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzvRb1nK6I/AAAAAAAABKc/NYpKUvKaE0Y/s320/100_8254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367427938728225698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Jonas' turn.  He loved this ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzvQzkbusI/AAAAAAAABKU/-D-sdnonAhk/s1600-h/100_8241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzvQzkbusI/AAAAAAAABKU/-D-sdnonAhk/s320/100_8241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367427927918754498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas just crusin with his good ole friend, Chuck (E. Cheese, that is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzvRs3xOrI/AAAAAAAABKk/rit13fBaKag/s1600-h/100_8257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzvRs3xOrI/AAAAAAAABKk/rit13fBaKag/s320/100_8257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367427943300676274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The two partners in crime...driving in a monster truck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in CLT , a friend of my Dad gave us his old wooden swing set.  Now when I say old, I just mean his old one b/c he got a new (bigger) one.  It isn't old.  It's in great shape.  We are excited about it.  But of course b/c we are in an apt right now, we left it at my parents house.  When we have a house and a yard to put it in then we will get it but until then, the kids will have something to do at Grandad and GiGi's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-8444407626581358560?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/8444407626581358560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=8444407626581358560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8444407626581358560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8444407626581358560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/08/month-of-july.html' title='The month of July'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzkNWqPlJI/AAAAAAAABJM/ixkRPMP-amM/s72-c/100_8111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-4859353689746342432</id><published>2009-08-07T21:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:21:25.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Month of June</title><content type='html'>I know that this is pretty crazy but just for my own future use and a reference... I'm going back a few months and posting some pictures and blog about some things that I missed about the month of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Jason(&amp;amp;Maddie) on his new bike.  He has entered into a Triathlon that is scheduled for Aug. 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  For Jason to do so, he needed a bike.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Participating&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;triathlon&lt;/span&gt; is one of Jason's life goals so he has been working/training really hard for it.  He found this Trek 720 on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt; and got a great deal on it and it's in great condition.  Maddie likes to ride around the parking lot with him.  She just grabs her a stool cushion and hops on.  In this picture, Jason and her are sharing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; earphones and riding.  What a cute pair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzbFlVLXII/AAAAAAAABIc/FfEtuIRxqj0/s1600-h/100_7940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzbFlVLXII/AAAAAAAABIc/FfEtuIRxqj0/s320/100_7940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367405744885554306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just another picture I threw in b/c they were being so cute.  They were sitting on Maddie's bed and she had a book that she was "reading" to Jonas.  She did a great job making up a story to follow the pictures in the book.  She's a creative little girl.  And hey, it had to be pretty interesting for it to keep Jonas still for 2 seconds or more.  :o)   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OHHH&lt;/span&gt; I love my babies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzbFUPVrhI/AAAAAAAABIU/uoI4ysum4dk/s1600-h/100_7854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzbFUPVrhI/AAAAAAAABIU/uoI4ysum4dk/s320/100_7854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367405740297661970" 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/2803495258445247193-4859353689746342432?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4859353689746342432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=4859353689746342432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4859353689746342432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4859353689746342432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/08/month-of-june.html' title='The Month of June'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzbFlVLXII/AAAAAAAABIc/FfEtuIRxqj0/s72-c/100_7940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-442760512809224114</id><published>2009-08-07T21:23:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:25:20.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddie's 3 yr old photos</title><content type='html'>Maddie turned 3 in June and  the first week of July we had her pictures taken at JCPenney's in Fayetteville.  While we were there I had the lady take pictures of the kids together as well.  First, here are the pictures of Maddie:&lt;br /&gt;The first  here is the one that we have hanging up on the wall, along side Jonas' 1 yr pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snzd9Yah0-I/AAAAAAAABIk/5vLrq86YhG0/s1600-h/tmp2F87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snzd9Yah0-I/AAAAAAAABIk/5vLrq86YhG0/s320/tmp2F87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367408902514267106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture just makes me want to cry b/c she looks so grown-up.  But I think she looks so sweet and beautiful, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzUbXY5VqI/AAAAAAAABH8/77v6u6qqGv0/s1600-h/tmp2F9B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzUbXY5VqI/AAAAAAAABH8/77v6u6qqGv0/s320/tmp2F9B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367398422518781602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the real Maddie.  She loves books!!  This book is also a special one b/c her favorite animal is the owl.  We had checked this book out so many times at the library that I finally just decided to buy it.  But this picture will always be special b/c it shows the real Maddie and what she liked at age 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzUbKsXMFI/AAAAAAAABH0/3eCb140ir_A/s1600-h/tmp2F8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzUbKsXMFI/AAAAAAAABH0/3eCb140ir_A/s320/tmp2F8A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367398419110768722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here are the pictures of the kids together.  I thought these pictures were so cute b/c it captured them.  The first picture was totally random.  I told Maddie to make Jonas smile and she just does what she always does and she got up in his face and just stares...and he laughs.  It wasn't meant to be like this but she took the picture anyway and it's one of my faves b/c again..."it's them".  This is what they are like everyday of the week.&lt;br /&gt;The second picture is of them reading books together.  We read a lot of books in this house so I just like to have pictures that capture who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzUa9y9pbI/AAAAAAAABHs/8PnXVFOZVcw/s1600-h/tmp2F7F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzUa9y9pbI/AAAAAAAABHs/8PnXVFOZVcw/s320/tmp2F7F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367398415648794034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzUbrHEP8I/AAAAAAAABIE/K9Yzh2lYq5Y/s1600-h/tmp2F9E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzUbrHEP8I/AAAAAAAABIE/K9Yzh2lYq5Y/s320/tmp2F9E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367398427812708290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we still had some time the lady took a few of Joey, as well.&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jonas with one of his favorite toys...a ball that lights up.  In this picture he is actually turning the ball around to find the button to turn the blinky light on.  It's his favorite ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzUbzq4odI/AAAAAAAABIM/qL4XuHsvUWY/s1600-h/tmp2F73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnzUbzq4odI/AAAAAAAABIM/qL4XuHsvUWY/s320/tmp2F73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367398430110425554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second picture is just a funny one of Joey. I didn't really like this one but Jason did. I mean it is funny but, well...idk. It's Jonas doing his belly laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snzd9t5O31I/AAAAAAAABIs/nFB1Yz2JTW8/s1600-h/tmp2F98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snzd9t5O31I/AAAAAAAABIs/nFB1Yz2JTW8/s320/tmp2F98.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367408908280192850" 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/2803495258445247193-442760512809224114?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/442760512809224114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=442760512809224114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/442760512809224114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/442760512809224114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/08/maddies-3-yr-old-photos.html' title='Maddie&apos;s 3 yr old photos'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snzd9Yah0-I/AAAAAAAABIk/5vLrq86YhG0/s72-c/tmp2F87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-5256773596935735911</id><published>2009-08-03T10:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:06:09.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A MORNING!!!!</title><content type='html'>So this morning has been nothing but one mess after another.  First thing, I go into the kitchen to make the kids breakfast and I had a situation with the trash that needed  to be taken care of.  Believe me you don't want to know...it was messy!!  I asked Maddie to take Jonas in his room and play with him while I cleaned it all up.  I was relieved that they were happily occupied while I was tending to the trash issue, until I saw what they were actually doing.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; BOY!!!  I wanted to hurt someone.  I didn't but I wanted to!!!  I just sent Maddie to her room until I calmed down then I asked her to help me clean it up.  So you're wondering what they did, aren't you?!?!?!  Well here are some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snb5vASx72I/AAAAAAAABHA/t7mD9QkQ5Ls/s1600-h/100_8342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snb5vASx72I/AAAAAAAABHA/t7mD9QkQ5Ls/s320/100_8342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365750591986462562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snb5tCiBf7I/AAAAAAAABG4/OtcTAHmwcf0/s1600-h/100_8341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snb5tCiBf7I/AAAAAAAABG4/OtcTAHmwcf0/s320/100_8341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365750558227529650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snb5sxkCbaI/AAAAAAAABGw/keZbptRzMLU/s1600-h/100_8338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snb5sxkCbaI/AAAAAAAABGw/keZbptRzMLU/s320/100_8338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365750553672576418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now do you know??  Yes, baby powder!!  EVERYWHERE!!!  Of course, you can probably see that Jonas was the victim here.  He was covered.  I couldn't even see his scalp b/c there was like 5 layers of powder on his head.  It was all over the room.  OH what a mess to clean up.  After I calmed down I had Maddie go in and clean as much as she could and then I did my best to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; it up and dust things off. &lt;br /&gt;So this has been my morning and all that was done before 8 am.  All I have left to say is...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CALGON&lt;/span&gt;, TAKE ME AWAY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-5256773596935735911?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5256773596935735911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=5256773596935735911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5256773596935735911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5256773596935735911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-morning.html' title='WHAT A MORNING!!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Snb5vASx72I/AAAAAAAABHA/t7mD9QkQ5Ls/s72-c/100_8342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-8478374678810737548</id><published>2009-08-02T19:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:26:08.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His Boy TOY!!</title><content type='html'>What a birthday gift he (Jason) got!!!  well here it is, check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnYeUH3HxfI/AAAAAAAABGI/y_TPyc7e53Q/s1600-h/100_8269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnYeUH3HxfI/AAAAAAAABGI/y_TPyc7e53Q/s320/100_8269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365509337114985970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jason's very first picture on his very first bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnYeUf9ebvI/AAAAAAAABGQ/niaQ_PJbBeo/s1600-h/100_8275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnYeUf9ebvI/AAAAAAAABGQ/niaQ_PJbBeo/s320/100_8275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365509343584087794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a ride around the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnYeUwZ6OFI/AAAAAAAABGY/xT5Ip7DhyUc/s1600-h/100_8280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnYeUwZ6OFI/AAAAAAAABGY/xT5Ip7DhyUc/s320/100_8280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365509347998316626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet ride!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnYeVLJZgPI/AAAAAAAABGg/u2VYFaEyZuY/s1600-h/100_8334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnYeVLJZgPI/AAAAAAAABGg/u2VYFaEyZuY/s320/100_8334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365509355176820978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason riding it after we got it back home to Greenville.  (He bought it in Fayetteville)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnYeVg_bnII/AAAAAAAABGo/n5OU4r0x5tU/s1600-h/100_8332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnYeVg_bnII/AAAAAAAABGo/n5OU4r0x5tU/s320/100_8332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365509361040596098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie sitting on it with Daddy.  No she didn't ride it, none of us have. She was only sitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-8478374678810737548?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/8478374678810737548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=8478374678810737548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8478374678810737548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8478374678810737548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/08/his-boy-toy.html' title='His Boy TOY!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SnYeUH3HxfI/AAAAAAAABGI/y_TPyc7e53Q/s72-c/100_8269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-4138698464645577979</id><published>2009-07-30T15:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:44:30.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HILL-AIR -REE-US Stuff from my 3 year old</title><content type='html'>This morning we were leaving to go to the store and I was telling Maddie, "Come on Bug, get in the car."  "Bug, in the car please."  Then she finally got in and I said, "Thank you, Princess!!"  Then she says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;:  Mommy you call me, Bug and Princess.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep, I sure do.   I call you lots of things, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;: (Turns and looks at Jonas) Jonas, I call you Grasshopper and Mommy, I call you 'Squito (you know as in Mosquito.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at the store, we bought some of those blow horns for Jason's birthday today and Maddie wanted to play with one but I told her that we couldn't play with them until we got home.  So what does she ask for as soon as we pull up to the house...the horn.  I think she asked about 3 or 4 times before I could even open the door. Each time she asked for the blower thingy as she called it, I told her that she'd have to wait, and then to hold on a second and then on the 4th time that she asked for it I said, " Madison!!!  It's called PATIENCE!!"  And then she said just so sweetly, "Mommy I want a patience please."  Oh man, did I laugh!!!  How cute and funny is that!!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said today is Jason's birthday and I was do some  decorations for  Jason's cake and so Maddie wanted to do what I was doing so I gave her some of the fondant icing I was working with and then she wanted to add coloring to hers too so I helped her do that.  After kneeding the fondant and red coloring together her hands were covered with the coloring so when she was all done playing with it, I threw her in the bath.  When she got out her hands and a few small spots elsewhere were stained pink.  She got dressed and came running into with living room where Jason and I were and saying, "Look, I'm PINKILICIOUS!!!"  We, like usual, laughed at her.  She's just so darn cute.  I do have to tell you that she didn't come up with that word on her own.  One of her favorite books is titled, "Pinkilicious".  It is a cute book and if you have a little girl, I'm sure she'd love it too.  It's about a little girl who eats so many pink cupcakes that she turns pink herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that about does it on the funny stories today but I"m sure there'll be more tomorrow.  It's all laughs here at the Adams House!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-4138698464645577979?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4138698464645577979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=4138698464645577979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4138698464645577979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4138698464645577979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/07/hill-air-ree-us-stuff-from-my-3-year.html' title='HILL-AIR -REE-US Stuff from my 3 year old'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-1229394424198090610</id><published>2009-07-28T17:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:01:39.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't believe a word of it...</title><content type='html'>While I'm washing clothes, Maddie walks behind me headed to her room.  She was carrying her little "time out" chair and says to me b/c I have a puzzled look on my face, "Don't worry Mommy, I'm doing nothing!"  And I think to myself, come on do you think I really believe that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-1229394424198090610?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/1229394424198090610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=1229394424198090610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/1229394424198090610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/1229394424198090610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-believe-word-of-it.html' title='Don&apos;t believe a word of it...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-2732665846571722185</id><published>2009-07-27T17:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:17:20.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers of a HOPEFUL 3 year old</title><content type='html'>Jason and I have been talking about baby #3 and we think that we'll start trying in Dec.  That will make Jonas and Baby 2 1/2 years or more apart which I think will be good.  Maddie already is a little mommy and I think by the time another baby comes she'll be GREAT!!!  So today she said, and she has said this before, "Mommy, I want you to have another baby in your belly."  And since the topic has been opened I went with it.  &lt;br /&gt;Me:  "So Maddie, you would like another baby in our family?" &lt;br /&gt;MJ: Yes Mommy!! &lt;br /&gt;Me: Would like another boy baby or a girl baby?&lt;br /&gt;MJ: A girl baby. &lt;br /&gt;Me: So you would like a sister?&lt;br /&gt;MJ: We have a sister. ME! I'm a sister but I want a sister.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So you have a brother and now you would like a sister?&lt;br /&gt;MJ:  Yes mommy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I took the opportunity to explain that Heavenly Father blesses us with whatever he sees that we need for our family.  I told her that if Heavenly Father thinks that we need a girl then we'll have a girl or if He thinks that we need a boy then we'll have a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Well I want HF to give us a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think I'd like another girl too.&lt;br /&gt;MJ: (In Prayer says) Dear Heavenly Father, please bless mommy with a baby girl in her belly.  In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen!&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Mommy, I say I prayer for you to have a girl, K?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Laughing) Oh, ok sweetie.  Thank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-2732665846571722185?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2732665846571722185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=2732665846571722185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2732665846571722185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2732665846571722185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/07/prayers-of-hopeful-3-year-old.html' title='Prayers of a HOPEFUL 3 year old'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-8357089542258996981</id><published>2009-07-23T16:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:39:54.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Make that 2!!</title><content type='html'>2, TWO!!  Two gray hairs have now been found.  *Tear*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-8357089542258996981?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/8357089542258996981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=8357089542258996981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8357089542258996981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8357089542258996981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-that-2.html' title='Make that 2!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-2654418448373377138</id><published>2009-07-22T10:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:00:09.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I can't believe it!!!</title><content type='html'>I just noticed on my little ticker that Jason only has 4 months left before he graduates.  I just can't believe it.  When we moved here I thought oh boy 2 years!!   I just thought that it would take forever.  Well it hasn't taken forever, it has actually FLOWN by.  I swear, I think time just gets faster and faster with every child you have, which is upsetting b/c I just want them to stay little forever as most mothers do.  I wish there really was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neverland&lt;/span&gt; then I'd let them go and live with Peter Pan so they could stay babies forever.  But enough with hoping and wishing...it ain't gonna happen but what is going to happen is that in just a few more months Jason will be done with school and have a job and we will actually have the thing they call INCOME!!!  I've almost forgotten what that is.    I swear over the 6 years we have been married but even more in the last 2 since we've been here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Greenville&lt;/span&gt; in school, we have been abundantly blessed.  It is a miracle that we have had enough money to get by every semester.  We have done what we can and then our family has helped if we needed it but we have done amazingly well on our own with what we have.  I don't know why the Lord has done so much for us, at times I feel that we don't deserve it but I guess He keeps blessing us just b/c He loves us.&lt;br /&gt;Well like I said I just noticed the number of months left on the ticker and I got excited.  I'm ready for the next step in life.  Jason and I both have felt like we were in between stages.  We have been married for a good number of years and we have kids but still treated kinda like kids ourselves b/c of still being in school and not in a career yet.  I'm hoping that with a job that we will hopefully be looked at like adults.&lt;br /&gt;We aren't exactly sure where, meaning what city, we will end up in but I think that our first choice in back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fayetteville&lt;/span&gt;/Hope Mills.  But just getting a job is most important &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; it be here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Greenville&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fayetteville&lt;/span&gt; or else where and of course, the dollar signs ($$$) do count for something as well.  Personally, I hate this stage, not knowing what you'll be doing in a very short period of time.  Knowing that you are most likely moving but you don't know where to, knowing all the work you'll have to be doing in just a few months but you can't really start on b/c you just aren't sure what you are doing.  Yeah I HATE it!!!!  Oh well, there's not much I can do about it so I guess I should just stop the whining.  Well thanks for listening, I do feel better.  Though I may not know what's going to happen in the next little while, I'm still really excited to get there.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; say this and I should be ashamed of myself but I want to let my husband know that I'm so proud of him and all that he has done to make sure that our family will be taken care of and happy.  Thank you sweetie for all you hard work, time and sacrifice to give us a good life.  I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-2654418448373377138?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2654418448373377138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=2654418448373377138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2654418448373377138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2654418448373377138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow-i-cant-believe-it.html' title='Wow, I can&apos;t believe it!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-8637448137384014402</id><published>2009-07-21T16:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:06:01.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle Rapids in Wilmington</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SmZyCgW3NmI/AAAAAAAABFo/DRaTKVOhAAI/s1600-h/100_8183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SmZyCgW3NmI/AAAAAAAABFo/DRaTKVOhAAI/s320/100_8183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361097793802286690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past Saturday, we joined Sharon at Jungle Rapids.  I believe that this is the 3rd or 4th time that we have went.  Sharon's husband, Carl, works for this company that gets tickets for all the employees and their families, so every summer we go.  The weather was wonderful on Saturday.  It was just perfect to spend the day out in the sun.  We all had a good time.  It was great to watch the kids enjoy it too.  They have a kiddie section which we spent a lot of time in but they also have a lazy river and I think about 5 slides.  The kids rode the lazy river with us.  Jonas didn't really like it.  He enjoys water that he can walk and run and roll in.  Maddie rode all a lot of the slides with Jason in a double raft(tube).  I hate to say it but I didn't get a lot of pictures.  It's hard to keep a camera with you when you are surrounded by water. Plus I missed some of it b/c I stayed with Jonas while he was napping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SmZyBtgyCcI/AAAAAAAABFQ/mzcqYzxNySk/s1600-h/100_8174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SmZyBtgyCcI/AAAAAAAABFQ/mzcqYzxNySk/s320/100_8174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361097780153682370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten a little ahead of myself here so I'll kinda fill you in...when we first got there we let the kids play in the kiddie area.  There were 2 slides there in that area and Maddie went down one and got a face full of water which totally freaked her out and she at that point had written off water slides.  But Jason was pushing her to try the other slides.  Besides the two water slides, there were 2 others that were part of like a play area thing, like something at a McDonald's but you would land in the pool.  Maddie would not do it.  She had climbed up into the play set but wouldn't go down the slide, she just sat there and cried.  So after some coaxing, she finally just climbed back down and we headed to the lunch area.  During lunch, Jason took it upon himself to tell Maddie that if she didn't go down one of the other slides that she wouldn't be able to do anything else and that she'd have to sit and watch the rest of the day.  I thought this was HORRIBLE!!!  I told him that he was being ridiculous and that she was only 3, cut her some slack but of course he chose to keep it going.  At one point Maddie had said that she would just sit in the stroller and watch instead of doing anything.  Hearing her say that just broke my heart!!  But after we finished lunch and we headed back to the kiddie section, she finally warmed up to the idea, she wasn't happy about it but she did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SmaBLfyZ3wI/AAAAAAAABGA/o9JbEtRH3Hg/s1600-h/100_8187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SmaBLfyZ3wI/AAAAAAAABGA/o9JbEtRH3Hg/s320/100_8187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361114440942608130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that she did that, she was able to do other things with us.  This is when we went on the lazy river and after one time around Jonas was ill.  I went to put Jonas to sleep and Jason, Sharon and Maddie went to the big slides.  The three of them rode this one slide that is like a toilet bowl. You go down a small tunnel and then you go around and around a toilet bowl like thing until you slow down enough to get sucked down the "drain".  It's really fun and Maddie liked it.  There was another one that Maddie rode but it's just a regular winding slide.  I think she liked those better b/c she was on a raft which kept her up out of the water so there wasn't a lot of water in her face unlike the kiddie ones.  There was another slide that Jason rode.  I have rode it once before and that was enough for me.  It scared the POOP out of me and I don't think I'll ever ride it again.  It's shaped like a U and when you start off you are going straight down and I don't even think that your raft even touches the slide.  Then you get to the bottom of the U and then your momentum forces you up the other side of the U and makes you feel like you are going to fly off the edge.  Yeah that's just too scary for me but here's a picture of Jason on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SmZyCO1tykI/AAAAAAAABFg/ciT5hau-5Hc/s1600-h/100_8178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SmZyCO1tykI/AAAAAAAABFg/ciT5hau-5Hc/s320/100_8178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361097789099854402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jason and Sharon took Maddie on those two slides that she went on while I stayed with Jonas and then Sharon came and traded spots with me.  So after I had my turn on the slides with Maddie and Jason, we headed back to the kiddie area. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SmZyC9po-8I/AAAAAAAABFw/2UlN-d4_Eak/s1600-h/100_8184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SmZyC9po-8I/AAAAAAAABFw/2UlN-d4_Eak/s320/100_8184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361097801665674178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SmaBK5tgewI/AAAAAAAABF4/NV4X_GRnPaY/s1600-h/100_8186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SmaBK5tgewI/AAAAAAAABF4/NV4X_GRnPaY/s320/100_8186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361114430721522434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let the kids play for a little bit longer and then we went to ride the go-carts that they have there.  We were able to let Maddie and Jonas ride too.  While we were standing in line, it took all we had to keep Jonas back.  He wanted those cars so bad.  Then when the actual time came to ride, he cried the whole time.  He was scared.  I guess he was afraid of the noise.  I hadn't even thought about it until now but he's scared of the vacuum b/c of the noise so yeah I guess he'd be scared of the loud noise from the cars.  Luckily I had Maddie in my car who LOVED it.  She actually thought that she was driving at least until the second lap and she says, "Mommy, My thing isn't working.  I can't turn this!"   I thought that was funny b/c she really was trying to turn it. She was really trying to drive.&lt;br /&gt;Well that pretty much sums up our day there.  After the water park we had dinner and drove home.  The kids were knocked out in the car.  It was a long day but a ton of fun!!!  Thanks for everything Sharon!!!  We LOVE  You!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-8637448137384014402?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/8637448137384014402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=8637448137384014402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8637448137384014402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8637448137384014402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/07/jungle-rapids-in-wilmington.html' title='Jungle Rapids in Wilmington'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SmZyCgW3NmI/AAAAAAAABFo/DRaTKVOhAAI/s72-c/100_8183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-3290566618741711569</id><published>2009-07-21T11:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:15:49.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a sweetie!!</title><content type='html'>I was putting Jonas down for his nap this morning and I told him to give me a hug and a kiss which he did and then he, all on his own, started to give me "Nosies" as we call it (rub noses).   It might not mean anything to you all but it just made my day.  I love that sweet little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, Jason had left before Jonas woke up and so after breakfast Jonas realized that he hadn't seen his Daddy so he was just walking around the house and looking for him while calling out "Dada!! Dada!!"  It was cute but sad bc he wanted his Daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-3290566618741711569?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3290566618741711569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=3290566618741711569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3290566618741711569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3290566618741711569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-putting-jonas-down-for-his-nap.html' title='What a sweetie!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-3813982654313637638</id><published>2009-07-16T11:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:53:50.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison's Birthday Party (June 27)</title><content type='html'>Sorry that it took me this long to post all this but here it is finally.  I have already blogged about Maddie's birthday which was June 23, so if you missed that just scroll down and you should find that.  Maddie's party was on Sat. June 27th and she had a ton of fun.  The day started out with breakfast and doing a few things here and there to get ready for the party.  Maddie wanted to have a dress-up party with her friends so she get dressed in her Cinderella dress that morning.  Her hair was still in curlers from the night before.  I had a little surprise gift for her to open early.  She had been wanting some glass slippers so I had gotten them for her and decided to let her open them before the party so she'd have the whole outfit from head to toe.  Here she is after opening them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9DWpCmWGI/AAAAAAAABEE/1eVjdcfQKI0/s1600-h/100_7892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9DWpCmWGI/AAAAAAAABEE/1eVjdcfQKI0/s320/100_7892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076137847117922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day went on, we had our family members arriving.  We had a house full.  Grandad and GiGi (my parents) and my sister Laura came.  My brother wasn't able to make it.   Then Jason's side of the family came.  Grandaddy, Tresea, and Morgan brought along with them Grandma Joyce and Great Grandaddy.  Grandma and Oma (Jason's mom and her mother) were there too. Regretfully, I don't have any pictures of our family members at the party.  I guess I was busy trying to get everything together.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after our family arrived, Maddie's friends started arriving too.  Her friend Isabela came and Maddie was excited b/c Bela played dress up with her.  Here is Maddie as Cinderella and Bela as Aurora (Sleeping Beauty).&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9DXPKCF9I/AAAAAAAABEU/0FCj3RAJeyw/s1600-h/100_7901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9DXPKCF9I/AAAAAAAABEU/0FCj3RAJeyw/s320/100_7901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076148078843858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are all the kids playing outside in the pool and in the MoonWalk.  We had Bela and Emily who are from church and also Lucas whose parents we know from the PA program. And then our two of course, Maddie and Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9jZQ1iy7I/AAAAAAAABEk/JsmTOynBxsM/s1600-h/100_7914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9jZQ1iy7I/AAAAAAAABEk/JsmTOynBxsM/s320/100_7914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359111367261604786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9jZt5OKVI/AAAAAAAABEs/nFKLht5gX7E/s1600-h/100_7907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9jZt5OKVI/AAAAAAAABEs/nFKLht5gX7E/s320/100_7907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359111375061657938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing outside for a while, we came in and started with the cake.  Maddie asked for a Princess Castle Cake. So here she is blowing out her 3 candles. Check out those CHEEKS!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9jaY66K8I/AAAAAAAABE8/LCFmmy6PDC4/s1600-h/100_7923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9jaY66K8I/AAAAAAAABE8/LCFmmy6PDC4/s320/100_7923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359111386611461058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the cake actually looked like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9DXcYaxUI/AAAAAAAABEc/KCMS5imEcmk/s1600-h/100_7902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9DXcYaxUI/AAAAAAAABEc/KCMS5imEcmk/s320/100_7902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076151628842306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9jZ-rDqQI/AAAAAAAABE0/wrX0_MOgDNc/s1600-h/100_7919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9jZ-rDqQI/AAAAAAAABE0/wrX0_MOgDNc/s320/100_7919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359111379565652226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie waiting for her piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9jatfckUI/AAAAAAAABFE/XYAGdPuNACE/s1600-h/100_7930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9jatfckUI/AAAAAAAABFE/XYAGdPuNACE/s320/100_7930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359111392133419330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jonas enjoying his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**We seemed to have not gotten a picture of Maddie eating her cake so if any of you did catch one please let me know so that I can get it from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture that I took of Maddie when she woke up that morning and she saw the cake for the first time.  She ran up to me and said with a gasp, " Oh, Mommy it's so pretty!!!" This is also the only picture that you actually get to see her curls b/c after the heat and pool, the curls were no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9DWzF86NI/AAAAAAAABEM/MHHH0i84vXo/s1600-h/100_7895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9DWzF86NI/AAAAAAAABEM/MHHH0i84vXo/s320/100_7895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076140545534162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also added this picture b/c I thought it was just so cute of a (cupcake)cake.  I didn't make this, I picked it up at my local wal-mart store.  Maddie had a little party at her pre-school the Thursday before for birthday and we took in this cake.  I loved it so much of course b/c we call her bug and it just fit.  Maddie loved it and so did all the other kids at school.  But I thought I'd add it so you guys could see just how cute it was as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9DWYx-n1I/AAAAAAAABD8/q78oUPjVxcA/s1600-h/100_7599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9DWYx-n1I/AAAAAAAABD8/q78oUPjVxcA/s320/100_7599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076133482438482" 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/2803495258445247193-3813982654313637638?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3813982654313637638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=3813982654313637638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3813982654313637638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3813982654313637638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/07/madisons-birthday-party-june-27.html' title='Madison&apos;s Birthday Party (June 27)'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl9DWpCmWGI/AAAAAAAABEE/1eVjdcfQKI0/s72-c/100_7892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-7680048641701280128</id><published>2009-07-16T10:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:20:48.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Drama!!!</title><content type='html'>I have already posted a blog about Maddie's actual birthday which was Tues June 23 and also about her party that was on Sat June 27th.  On Fri the day before her party, I sponge rolled her hair again and then sent her to bed.  I had a lot of things to do to get ready for the party.  My biggest task was to finish the cake.  So about this cake...I had decided years ago that I wanted to make my own cakes for the kids on their birthdays until they were old enough to say that they didn't want me to make them anymore b/c they were to embarrassed of them.  I will say it and I'm not ashamed to, but I'm not a cake decorator.  It just simply isn't a talent that I have.  I hope to gain it someday but I haven't yet.  But I did ask Maddie, months ago, what kind of cake would she like for her birthday.  I knew it was going to be something to do with princesses, and it was.  She asked for a Princess Castle Cake.  I thought OH BOY!!  What am I going to do.  Well luckily I had lots of time to research this and try to find something that I thought I could pull off.  You wouldn't believe how many of these I looked at and how much time I put in just trying to get some ideas.  I was so nervous about doing it but finally I was feeling confident enough that I was getting excited.  About a month before, I drew up my ideas and then wrote out everything I'd need to purchase.  Of course along the way somethings changed from what I orginally had and also as I learned more about all of it, I realized that this and that wasn't what I was thinking.  This leads me to the Thursday before the party.  I went ahead and made to cakes.  I know how things go sometimes and I wanted to start early enough that if I needed to go to plan B I would still have time.  So Thursday I baked the cakes...5 cakes to be exact.  2 square ones, 2 (6 in) round cakes, and one large muffin/cake.  I went ahead and icied what I could then went to bed.  Then Friday came and I started on the rest of the icing.  It took me almost all day just to "dot" half the bottom layer.  I had to stop to do this and that for the kids and b/c my hand would cramp up and b/c the icing would turn into mush.  OHHHHH, it was so stinking time consuming.  I was thinking, this better be worth it.  So Friday night after the kids were in bed, I asked Jason to come and help me so I could get this cake finished before the next morning.  He did do the rest of the "dotting" which was done by a piping tip.  The reason I was doing it this way was to get the look of stone, I don't know if anyone could tell that that's what it was suppose to look like.  But oh well!!!  So about this "dotting"...ok we all know that men and women are different but geez!!  I did appreciate Jason helping me and in the end I guess it didn't really matter but he didn't do it the way I would have liked.  I was taking my time so that it looked smooth and nice but Jason was just squeezing it on there and being all messy.  But that's a man for ya, and like I said I don't think anyone really even noticed with all the other stuff on it.  So after all the "dotting" was over I melted vanilla chips and dipped the sugar cones in it and rolled them in pink sprinkles and added them to the other ice cream cones. Then I rolled out the fondant and colored it and cut it into the shapes that I needed.  It was actually the fun part of doing the cake b/c it was like playing with play-doh.  Fondant doesn't taste very good but it is edible.  I only added fondant windows and the door and a big number 3.  Then the last thing I did that night was adding the peeble walkway.  I was up until 3 am that night and boy was I exhausted.  I was so exhausted that I just collasped on the couch and then I was up at 7 am finishing up on the small things like adding the coconut for grass and the flags and Princesses.  After all this and all the time it took to make it, it was so worth it after hearing Maddie says, Oh Mommy it's so pretty!!!  So I guess it'll take on another one next year.  Or maybe I'll do something for Jason's b-day in a few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-7680048641701280128?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/7680048641701280128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=7680048641701280128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7680048641701280128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7680048641701280128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/07/cake-drama.html' title='Cake Drama!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-5816059877223055497</id><published>2009-07-16T00:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:14:29.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>After Fantasy Lake, we went back to our friend's house for showers, dinner and naps. Then that evening we headed to the Hope Mills for the tradtional fireworks show. This was the first year to have the fireworks over the HM Lake again since the repairs started on the dam there. Needless to say it was packed but it was nice to be there with our friends. Here's some pics of us there. If we don't look very excited it was b/c we were all tired especially the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl8ye1e6WuI/AAAAAAAABDc/szHyuqXn6MM/s1600-h/100_8074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl8ye1e6WuI/AAAAAAAABDc/szHyuqXn6MM/s320/100_8074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359057586928376546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl8yfMPDM-I/AAAAAAAABDk/r8qokx15slw/s1600-h/100_8078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl8yfMPDM-I/AAAAAAAABDk/r8qokx15slw/s320/100_8078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359057593035863010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my babies...I love them.  Maddie snuggling with me.  Jonas was so antsy, he just wanted down.  I thought it was a funny picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl8yeoGxmuI/AAAAAAAABDU/0IwYBg-EiM0/s1600-h/100_8068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl8yeoGxmuI/AAAAAAAABDU/0IwYBg-EiM0/s320/100_8068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359057583337478882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl8yfW7Np-I/AAAAAAAABDs/uAWmhxKB2x8/s1600-h/100_8060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl8yfW7Np-I/AAAAAAAABDs/uAWmhxKB2x8/s320/100_8060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359057595905452002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie with her daddy. She liked the sparklers but was more excited about the fireworks starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl8yeWE_H0I/AAAAAAAABDM/JT3AL0S0Mrs/s1600-h/100_8056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl8yeWE_H0I/AAAAAAAABDM/JT3AL0S0Mrs/s320/100_8056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359057578498137922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl8y-OcpWRI/AAAAAAAABD0/311Qkz9CMNg/s1600-h/100_8063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl8y-OcpWRI/AAAAAAAABD0/311Qkz9CMNg/s320/100_8063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359058126205704466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kids enjoying the fireworks.  And this last picture just cracks me up.  We definitely weren't all on the same page here when it came to camera time.  Jason was the only one that knew what was going on and it's a great picture of him. The rest of us were in our own little worlds.  Maddie and Jonas' faces are hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was our 4th of July this year.  It was a long day but lots of fun.  We stayed the night at our friends house, the Bremmer's.  Thanks Cristina and Elisha!!!  It was fun!!  We went to church at our old ward, with the rest of our family and the Bremmer's .  After church we hung out some more with the Bremmer's and that's when the kids really started to have fun.  Ethan and Maddie  would do silly things and just laugh at each other.  It was cute.  That pretty much wraps it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-5816059877223055497?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5816059877223055497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=5816059877223055497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5816059877223055497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5816059877223055497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-part-2.html' title='4th of July (Part 2)'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl8ye1e6WuI/AAAAAAAABDc/szHyuqXn6MM/s72-c/100_8074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-4146966138729451521</id><published>2009-07-15T23:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:32:59.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 4th of July</title><content type='html'>On the weekend of 4th, we were in Fayetteville. That Friday we stayed at David's (Jason's Dad's house) and went swimming and hung out. Then Saturday we joined some of our friends at Fantasy Lake. For those who don't know what that is...it's a water park on a man-made lake with rope swings/trapezes, slides and stuffs. I had only been there once before but that was years ago before any kids. This trip was a little different since I stayed on the kiddie side of the park but still fun and relaxing. I had fun seeing the kids have a good time. Here are some pics of them through out the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids on the swings.  Another little girl pushed Maddie while I stayed with Jonas. Then Maddie came and pushed Jonas in the swing. She liked doing that b/c it made her feel like a big girl. Jonas enjoyed the swings, especially when his feet would skim the water and splash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6obcNBIQI/AAAAAAAABC8/mtHHY9ClvGE/s1600-h/100_7983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6obcNBIQI/AAAAAAAABC8/mtHHY9ClvGE/s200/100_7983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358905795998195970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6obk1mQ4I/AAAAAAAABDE/g1HWOVr_9nc/s1600-h/100_7989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6obk1mQ4I/AAAAAAAABDE/g1HWOVr_9nc/s200/100_7989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358905798315885442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6l8zF1FaI/AAAAAAAABBk/sraLmIhZqac/s1600-h/100_7986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6l8zF1FaI/AAAAAAAABBk/sraLmIhZqac/s200/100_7986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358903070542861730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6oa9rol-I/AAAAAAAABC0/t_V2qEfjj7c/s1600-h/100_7975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6oa9rol-I/AAAAAAAABC0/t_V2qEfjj7c/s200/100_7975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358905787805112290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6nCTL29PI/AAAAAAAABCc/yvDAcG_URdg/s1600-h/100_8016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6nCTL29PI/AAAAAAAABCc/yvDAcG_URdg/s200/100_8016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358904264569058546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute little Maddie running to play with her brother. Jason and Maddie doing what they do best together...Cheerleading!!  Maddie LOVES it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6oac4EAoI/AAAAAAAABCk/jI4pj2M9Pbc/s1600-h/100_7957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6oac4EAoI/AAAAAAAABCk/jI4pj2M9Pbc/s200/100_7957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358905778998870658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6oalW6c1I/AAAAAAAABCs/93ghPt12htI/s1600-h/100_7973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6oalW6c1I/AAAAAAAABCs/93ghPt12htI/s200/100_7973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358905781275751250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonas had a lot of fun.  He liked it b/c it wasn't deep so he could just run and fall and roll and splash, to him it was just a huge kiddie pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6nCHQctyI/AAAAAAAABCU/88CyJJ0rxhU/s1600-h/100_8015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6nCHQctyI/AAAAAAAABCU/88CyJJ0rxhU/s200/100_8015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358904261367084834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6nBtBEy7I/AAAAAAAABCM/pnI9jGqkW3c/s1600-h/100_8014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6nBtBEy7I/AAAAAAAABCM/pnI9jGqkW3c/s200/100_8014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358904254323280818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie and Jonas went down the kid slides.  Maddie liked it but Jonas not so much.  Jonas totally freaked out.  Poor Baby!!!  You should have seen the look on his face. When Jason caught him, Jonas just latched onto him and didn't let go for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6l-66zHrI/AAAAAAAABCE/V4ZxfiJVbAU/s1600-h/100_8019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6l-66zHrI/AAAAAAAABCE/V4ZxfiJVbAU/s200/100_8019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358903107003817650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6l-BYCwqI/AAAAAAAABB0/YICU5Cqexf8/s1600-h/100_8006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6l-BYCwqI/AAAAAAAABB0/YICU5Cqexf8/s200/100_8006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358903091557221026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first picture is Jonas clenched onto Jason after the slides. But then he started having fun again with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6l-bVmNRI/AAAAAAAABB8/uM6RR2rqdUc/s1600-h/100_8007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6l-bVmNRI/AAAAAAAABB8/uM6RR2rqdUc/s200/100_8007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358903098526283026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6l9nl477I/AAAAAAAABBs/iPSj9y0PI44/s1600-h/100_7999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6l9nl477I/AAAAAAAABBs/iPSj9y0PI44/s200/100_7999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358903084635975602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Just incase you were wondering...I did really go.  I was there but someone had to take pictures.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-4146966138729451521?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4146966138729451521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=4146966138729451521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4146966138729451521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4146966138729451521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-4th-of-july.html' title='Our 4th of July'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6obcNBIQI/AAAAAAAABC8/mtHHY9ClvGE/s72-c/100_7983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-8638767459399783041</id><published>2009-07-15T22:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:15:49.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Us girls got our hair DID...</title><content type='html'>So about 2 weeks ago I decided to chop my hair off.  It seems that I do this about every 2 years or so.  You know, I just get bored with it and up and decide to cut it off.  I mean sure sometimes I regret it but hey it's just hair, it will grow back.  This time around I took a picture of my friends' hair cut that I liked but as usual, it didn't come out exactly like I was wanting but I still like it alright.  Maddie went with me and she just keeps saying how much she loves my short hair.&lt;br /&gt;Well b/c she was also needing a hair cut and she liked my short hair, I cut it short too.  She loves it!!  She now says "Mommy, we look so pretty."  I will admit that it's shorter than what I was planning on but she wouldn't hold still.  Well here we are...2 Girls and 2 Bobs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6ZsaWB3aI/AAAAAAAABAk/k98Fs1lQULE/s1600-h/100_8159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6ZsaWB3aI/AAAAAAAABAk/k98Fs1lQULE/s320/100_8159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358889594882481570" 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/2803495258445247193-8638767459399783041?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/8638767459399783041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=8638767459399783041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8638767459399783041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8638767459399783041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-girls-and-2-bobs.html' title='Us girls got our hair DID...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sl6ZsaWB3aI/AAAAAAAABAk/k98Fs1lQULE/s72-c/100_8159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-712019069421264838</id><published>2009-07-06T20:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:19:12.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison's 3 rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>Maddie's birthday was June 23rd which was a Tuesday.  Normally on Tues and Thursdays she has Pre-School but just so happen that that week was summer break so we had that whole day to do fun stuff.   The night before, I sponge rolled her hair.  Here's a pic with her rollers in.  She liked having them in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKac-MHWFI/AAAAAAAAA98/5m5kfNkN4GA/s1600-h/100_7737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKac-MHWFI/AAAAAAAAA98/5m5kfNkN4GA/s320/100_7737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355512729417766994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next morning when I took them out and styled it, this is what it looked like.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKadJteUiI/AAAAAAAAA-E/chz1eVDK3yA/s1600-h/100_7750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKadJteUiI/AAAAAAAAA-E/chz1eVDK3yA/s320/100_7750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355512732510474786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we started on her hair,  I asked Madison what she wanted for breakfast, Jason was gone by this time so it was just for me and the kids.  I told her that I would fix her anything that she wanted and surprisingly she picked something super easy.  She wanted muffins.  So we had blueberry and banana nut muffins with chocolate milk(choc.milk is a treat at our house). &lt;br /&gt;Here in Greenville they have a summer movie program that 3 times a week they offer two older movies for free.  So around 9:30 we left and headed to the movies.  We saw Charlotte's Web which Maddie really likes, so she enjoyed it.  When the movie was over, I let Maddie chose where she'd like to eat for lunch and she choose McDonald's.  So we went there to eat and let kids play for a little while.  Then it was nap time.  (A few pics at McDonald's)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKadWYQbEI/AAAAAAAAA-M/u-bzFbqBfLQ/s1600-h/100_7751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKadWYQbEI/AAAAAAAAA-M/u-bzFbqBfLQ/s320/100_7751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355512735911144514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKady9n0OI/AAAAAAAAA-U/NSQgPc608D0/s1600-h/100_7760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKady9n0OI/AAAAAAAAA-U/NSQgPc608D0/s320/100_7760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355512743584059618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKaeJzvp0I/AAAAAAAAA-c/FLTaDGkUJ3c/s1600-h/100_7764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKaeJzvp0I/AAAAAAAAA-c/FLTaDGkUJ3c/s320/100_7764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355512749716645698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On Tues (during this rotation), Jason gets home around 1pm.  So after naps we all went to Jumping Monkey and the kids had a good time playing.  Here's some pictures of them there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKc5u_sjII/AAAAAAAAA_s/bmfcjiuzFUU/s1600-h/100_7823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKc5u_sjII/AAAAAAAAA_s/bmfcjiuzFUU/s320/100_7823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355515422578609282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKb0mRY99I/AAAAAAAAA-s/H4LGQDVD1pk/s1600-h/100_7775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKb0mRY99I/AAAAAAAAA-s/H4LGQDVD1pk/s320/100_7775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355514234825930706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie playing in a little house and playing "mommy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKc4_7wvpI/AAAAAAAAA_c/vO8gM2x5hIE/s1600-h/100_7817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKc4_7wvpI/AAAAAAAAA_c/vO8gM2x5hIE/s320/100_7817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355515409945640594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKc5NkpjEI/AAAAAAAAA_k/r1YEnYB7pss/s1600-h/100_7816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKc5NkpjEI/AAAAAAAAA_k/r1YEnYB7pss/s320/100_7816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355515413606796354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason playing with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKc3sg56GI/AAAAAAAAA_M/H3vJ6H1jFnk/s1600-h/100_7798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKc3sg56GI/AAAAAAAAA_M/H3vJ6H1jFnk/s320/100_7798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355515387552852066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKb19pGNbI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3vOw4l80o_g/s1600-h/100_7793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKb19pGNbI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3vOw4l80o_g/s320/100_7793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355514258279249330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie coming down the slide and jumping in the Castle jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKb1TkjqxI/AAAAAAAAA-8/SkSX9Ie2mZY/s1600-h/100_7788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKb1TkjqxI/AAAAAAAAA-8/SkSX9Ie2mZY/s320/100_7788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355514246985919250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKb0TLg7iI/AAAAAAAAA-k/UJgUBDoYh6c/s1600-h/100_7769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKb0TLg7iI/AAAAAAAAA-k/UJgUBDoYh6c/s320/100_7769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355514229701013026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving with her baby in the back seat. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOL   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Playing in the house again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKb1Lh6sOI/AAAAAAAAA-0/7EV2wvwsZD8/s1600-h/100_7784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKb1Lh6sOI/AAAAAAAAA-0/7EV2wvwsZD8/s320/100_7784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355514244827361506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKc4eSR5SI/AAAAAAAAA_U/TfPP_5oiFX8/s1600-h/100_7811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKc4eSR5SI/AAAAAAAAA_U/TfPP_5oiFX8/s320/100_7811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355515400913282338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas and Maddie on some ride-on toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jumping Monkey, we came home and had dinner and ice cream.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKfA6XwFlI/AAAAAAAAA_8/zdxidEPA4d0/s1600-h/100_7831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKfA6XwFlI/AAAAAAAAA_8/zdxidEPA4d0/s320/100_7831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355517744914634322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKfAS2-5iI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zcBqxp2qc34/s1600-h/100_7827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKfAS2-5iI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zcBqxp2qc34/s320/100_7827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355517734308210210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before bedtime, we let Maddie open a few gifts.  She got a couple of sets of new PJ's, a princess toothbrush/paste, some books, and a new Hello Kitty shirt and dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKfBa5HsvI/AAAAAAAABAM/y07vTBfscPg/s1600-h/100_7833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKfBa5HsvI/AAAAAAAABAM/y07vTBfscPg/s320/100_7833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355517753644528370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKfBjO7O7I/AAAAAAAABAU/JO47xud1wjE/s1600-h/100_7834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKfBjO7O7I/AAAAAAAABAU/JO47xud1wjE/s320/100_7834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355517755883469746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie opening her gifts.  Books and her owl jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKfBIg6g4I/AAAAAAAABAE/HPqyEWX3ywM/s1600-h/100_7842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKfBIg6g4I/AAAAAAAABAE/HPqyEWX3ywM/s320/100_7842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355517748711162754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKfaaZFHeI/AAAAAAAABAc/ptL4KP_Duzw/s1600-h/100_7848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKfaaZFHeI/AAAAAAAABAc/ptL4KP_Duzw/s320/100_7848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355518183006871010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie showing off her new princess nightgown, and her new princess pillowcase that I made for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day for all of us.  We had a lot of fun.  And now our little Maddie is 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-712019069421264838?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/712019069421264838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=712019069421264838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/712019069421264838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/712019069421264838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/07/madisons-3-rd-birthday.html' title='Madison&apos;s 3 rd Birthday'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SlKac-MHWFI/AAAAAAAAA98/5m5kfNkN4GA/s72-c/100_7737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-3831527376175496408</id><published>2009-06-22T09:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:07:08.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby Girl is   3!!!</title><content type='html'>Well today is Madison's birthday.  Our first precious baby is three now.  It is amazing all the things that happens in a child's first few years.  After having carried my first born for the short 9 months but seemingly long at times, and reading all that occurs in those 9 months I found that every time a healthy child is born, it is truly a beautiful miracle.  Jason and I have been very fortunate throughout the 6 years we have been married but nothing compares to the two miracles that have been given to us...Our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; Madison and our sweet boy, Jonas.  There's nothing like looking at your own kids and knowing that they are yours forever.  I can't imagine my life without them, and luckily no matter what happens here on this earth, I know that I can always be with them.  I can remember my very first day as a mother.  It was something that only happens once, no matter how many children you have, you never have that day like that one again b/c from that point on, you are always a mother.  I remember when they handed her over to me.  I stared at her and checked her like I think all mom's do.  But after a few moments, I rememeber feeling guilt b/c I just didn't feel like she was mine.  I didn't feel like I was her mother.  I loved her but I didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; her.  Well I guess it was more like I had love for her but I didn't truly love her yet.  I hadn't fell in love with her yet.  Oh how three years changes all that.  Of course it didn't take 3 years, I don't think it even took 3 days.  It was a love that grew faster than anything that I have or ever will experience in this life.  A love for your children, I believe that is a miracle too.  Just how a mother can start to love a little stranger in just a matter of minutes.  I'm so glad that I have been blessed enough to have children and to have a relationship, bond,  and a love with them that you can't have with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I know that Maddie can't read but this is for her.  Maddie girl, I love you.  I love you so much that even that isn't enough.  But you'll understand one day when you are a mommy.  I'm so glad that you are the one that Heavenly Father sent to me b/c you make me so happy.  I love the way you smile and when you are silly and funny.  I love your hugs and kisses and it makes me so happy when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; tell me that you love me.  I can't wait for the days that we can talk about your day and you can depend on me when you need someone to listen or just a shoulder to cry on.  I will hold you until your last tear has dropped.  I want to be your friend but mostly, I want to be your mother.  You are like no one else.  No matter how many brothers or sisters you may have, always know that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; are important and loved.  I will always need &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; Maddie in my life.  Well I could go on for days about how much I love you and what you mean to me but I'll save it for next year maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my blog readers, here are pictures of Maddie on each of her birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sj-SiZEE94I/AAAAAAAAA9U/d6wZ4q9OaYk/s1600-h/PICT0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sj-SiZEE94I/AAAAAAAAA9U/d6wZ4q9OaYk/s320/PICT0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156001880635266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure you can tell that this was taken on her BIRTH day.  Just minutes old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sj-bZnJYNrI/AAAAAAAAA9c/gChy8HTdTno/s1600-h/IMG_1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sj-bZnJYNrI/AAAAAAAAA9c/gChy8HTdTno/s320/IMG_1012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165746646791858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madison's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 st&lt;/span&gt; birthday and party!!  It was on a Saturday so her party was actually on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sj-ep6W5oPI/AAAAAAAAA9k/7sxNBsM27Wo/s1600-h/100_4016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sj-ep6W5oPI/AAAAAAAAA9k/7sxNBsM27Wo/s320/100_4016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169325216571634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madison's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; Birthday      Sad to say, I didn't take any pictures of her on her actual birthday but this was taken at her party (June 21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                         Happy 3rd Birthday, Bug!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                                         Mommy loves you!!!&lt;/span&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/2803495258445247193-3831527376175496408?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3831527376175496408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=3831527376175496408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3831527376175496408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3831527376175496408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-baby-girl-is-3.html' title='Our Baby Girl is   3!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sj-SiZEE94I/AAAAAAAAA9U/d6wZ4q9OaYk/s72-c/PICT0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-3269182450086206236</id><published>2009-06-18T09:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:06:51.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>Well today is the day...I found my first official &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;GRAY HAIR&lt;/span&gt;!!!  I thought in the past a few times that I had found one but after I pulled it out I realized that it was just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hi-lite and not an actual gray but today that wasn't the case.  It&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;gray&lt;/span&gt;. It was right in the center of my head, thank goodness it wasn't that crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wiry&lt;/span&gt; kind.  It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; from the bottom up half way and then just &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;gray&lt;/span&gt; from there to the root. I feel most people dread this stage but honestly, I really don't care.  I'll be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG 3-0 &lt;/span&gt;this year and I'm finally just feeling my age.  I mean isn't gray hair suppose to make you more mature and distinguished, who doesn't need that?  ;o)   This is probably the first year in my life that I have actually felt my age.  Isn't funny how when you are young you want to be older and when you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; older you just want to be young.  Well that was the story of my life until recently.   I think my kids have just sucked out every bit of energy I had and now I feel 30.  I mean just last year Jason and I were talking about how we felt like we had just graduated HS but it was really 10 years ago or more. Well I guess it's good to know that I still don't look 30 b/c  last night when I was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart I purchased some sparklers and I got carded.  Then when I showed her my ID and she was like," &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, I can't believe you are even 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;much less&lt;/span&gt; almost 30." Though I finally feel 30 I guess it's nice to hear that I don't look it.  So even though I thought I'd write this down(blog it), finding a gray hair isn't that big a deal but it is the first of what's to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-3269182450086206236?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3269182450086206236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=3269182450086206236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3269182450086206236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3269182450086206236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHH!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-5884085483183638240</id><published>2009-06-01T14:13:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:34:10.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQtsRSvYxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Guo2wOHOR5A/s1600-h/101_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQtsRSvYxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Guo2wOHOR5A/s320/101_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342445296547750674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sat May 16th, we were in Fayetteville for Tresea Birthday.  We drove up on Fri night but we got there in the late evening.  David and Tresea live on a lake (picture shown above) and so that night we took advantage of it.  Jason, Maddie and I stayed out on the pier even after dark and fished (Jonas was already asleep in his bed).   I, Lena Adams, at the age of 29, caught MY FIRST FISH!!!  I was the only one that caught anything that night.  I mean it wasn't really anything special but hey it was my first one.  I think I may have been fishing a few times and I do mean few, in my life but I was never really proactively fishing.  I really don't like it.  I think it's cruel and boring.  I think it's cruel to the bait that you are using, that is if it's live bait and I think it's cruel to the fish that you are catching.  I don't mind it so much if you catching to cook it but Jason and his dad mostly catch and throw back.  But now that I'm older and a mom, you know taking up fishing as a hobby doesn't sound so bad after all...ahhhhh, peace and quiet!!  SOUNDS GREAT!!!  Well here are some pictures of our little fishies:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQe_PNFR4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/zm_eVwO72Jw/s1600-h/101_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQe_PNFR4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/zm_eVwO72Jw/s320/101_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342429129730246530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Maddie with my first fish ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQf5uUtBVI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zymQdGD3Yh4/s1600-h/101_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQf5uUtBVI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zymQdGD3Yh4/s320/101_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342430134516122962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason and Maddie making fishy faces with MY little Brim fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQhNW9OIDI/AAAAAAAAA6w/zTfHuD9lmZo/s1600-h/101_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQhNW9OIDI/AAAAAAAAA6w/zTfHuD9lmZo/s320/101_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342431571352625202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason, the next morning(Sat), sitting out on the pier fishing and studying. And here's what he caught:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQh2cIqUnI/AAAAAAAAA64/9Cb7ThNLNLw/s1600-h/101_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQh2cIqUnI/AAAAAAAAA64/9Cb7ThNLNLw/s200/101_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342432277117424242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another Brim and he also caught a turtle but I didn't get a picture of that, wish I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David grilled out.  We had some hamburgers and some cake for Tresea's bday.  Then after that, David and Jason took the John boat out on the lake for a while and this is what Jason caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQjAdWS0CI/AAAAAAAAA7A/NYIZGbjJSn0/s1600-h/101_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQjAdWS0CI/AAAAAAAAA7A/NYIZGbjJSn0/s320/101_0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342433548753358882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were all hoping to be able to jump in the pool but it just didn't get hot enough to warm up that water but we all just sat around it and admired it.  Here's a picture of David and Maddie by the pool.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQkCFJHQMI/AAAAAAAAA7I/DpPEegUZWZM/s1600-h/101_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQkCFJHQMI/AAAAAAAAA7I/DpPEegUZWZM/s200/101_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342434676126990530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of David doing what he does best...putting someone else to work.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!  J\K David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQlBY4qxCI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lGBJ1jzE6no/s1600-h/101_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQlBY4qxCI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lGBJ1jzE6no/s200/101_0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342435763758482466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and MJ's toes testing out the water.  Yeah, a little to chilly for anymore than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are some pictures that I took of different things but I was mostly just trying out my new camera, which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQoy1TUj2I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/MA0K_FqGUDQ/s1600-h/101_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQoy1TUj2I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/MA0K_FqGUDQ/s320/101_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342439911734939490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQozcZztVI/AAAAAAAAA7g/6au2Kg5jlOY/s1600-h/101_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQozcZztVI/AAAAAAAAA7g/6au2Kg5jlOY/s320/101_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342439922231129426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQoztOAs2I/AAAAAAAAA7o/FJB0PkI0u3o/s1600-h/101_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQoztOAs2I/AAAAAAAAA7o/FJB0PkI0u3o/s320/101_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342439926745052002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute are these pics of my doggie and my baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQsg4XhW9I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/1cPC2bZEm3M/s1600-h/101_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQsg4XhW9I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/1cPC2bZEm3M/s200/101_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342444001366727634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQsgdlWtFI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/TyEU_WW7TN4/s1600-h/101_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQsgdlWtFI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/TyEU_WW7TN4/s200/101_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342443994176992338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQsgG4IkSI/AAAAAAAAA8I/3E3T5JFaTUc/s1600-h/101_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQsgG4IkSI/AAAAAAAAA8I/3E3T5JFaTUc/s200/101_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342443988081742114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another reason of why I love my camera, these never would have turned out with my old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of Jonas playing with Tresea's Coca-Cola Truck and Bucket.  He was having a blast, making the Vroom-Vroom sounds and putting things in the bucket and carrying it around.  He's a cutie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQv5LbjynI/AAAAAAAAA9A/BdWBkufghec/s1600-h/101_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQv5LbjynI/AAAAAAAAA9A/BdWBkufghec/s320/101_0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342447717335681650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQuxtCZiJI/AAAAAAAAA8w/eNwZDMZ-LBE/s1600-h/101_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQuxtCZiJI/AAAAAAAAA8w/eNwZDMZ-LBE/s320/101_0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342446489406376082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was also Jason's step-sister's first prom night.   Here's a picture of Morgan and her date, Bryant.  She looked so very pretty!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiUMNf5O8aI/AAAAAAAAA9I/rLUqvA9dn8A/s1600-h/101_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiUMNf5O8aI/AAAAAAAAA9I/rLUqvA9dn8A/s320/101_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342689958984348066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday we went to church and drove back home to G'ville.  That was pretty much that weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-5884085483183638240?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5884085483183638240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=5884085483183638240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5884085483183638240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5884085483183638240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-sat-may-16th-we-were-in-fayetteville.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQtsRSvYxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Guo2wOHOR5A/s72-c/101_0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-6402637880042145340</id><published>2009-05-30T10:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:13:14.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Petting Zoo</title><content type='html'>On Friday, May 15th the kids and I went to a different Strawberry patch than we normally go.  It was our Play Group Activity.  So a few kids from church and their Mom's came to pick some strawberries.  Since we had already picked some this season, I wasn't much into picking them, plus all the good ones were gone.  We pick one some pint bucket full and that was it.  At this farm they too had a small petting zoo.  The kids enjoyed that much more than the strawberry picking.  Here's what they had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Maddie just loved that she could get this close to them and pet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiFExXXeiMI/AAAAAAAAA5w/AcTp5kXIaks/s1600-h/101_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiFExXXeiMI/AAAAAAAAA5w/AcTp5kXIaks/s200/101_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341626247914883266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           She hugged and kissed this baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiFEw4HGkgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/boIN4IMZibc/s1600-h/101_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiFEw4HGkgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/boIN4IMZibc/s200/101_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341626239524704770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Maddie feeding the Momma Goat some hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiFEwvNVO5I/AAAAAAAAA5g/fP-PGXC7gN8/s1600-h/101_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiFEwvNVO5I/AAAAAAAAA5g/fP-PGXC7gN8/s200/101_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341626237134912402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      Here is Maddie(above) and Jonas (below) petting and feeding the goats hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiFExuC13gI/AAAAAAAAA54/xptV2_w3jNU/s1600-h/101_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiFExuC13gI/AAAAAAAAA54/xptV2_w3jNU/s200/101_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341626254002347522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiFEx1zXp-I/AAAAAAAAA6A/zmWpGf-wGSw/s1600-h/101_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiFEx1zXp-I/AAAAAAAAA6A/zmWpGf-wGSw/s200/101_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341626256084936674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids checking out the bunnies.  Jonas just giggled when the bunnies would hop around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of the beautiful peacock that was there.  I was so excited that I actually caught  a pic of him with his feathers all fanned out.  There's just something amazing about peacocks, well I think there is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQTAf7P5sI/AAAAAAAAA6I/TwEW7tyETEo/s1600-h/101_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQTAf7P5sI/AAAAAAAAA6I/TwEW7tyETEo/s200/101_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342415957259183810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQTAq1PcXI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/axEpr6pa-Bs/s1600-h/101_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiQTAq1PcXI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/axEpr6pa-Bs/s200/101_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342415960186777970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've got to add this little story.  Well Maddie was just capativated with the goats and so I was showing Jonas the peacock.  Maddie was standing right behind me and all of a sudden she let out a loud sqeaul,  followed by crying and tears.  I asked her what was wrong but she just can't crying but when she finally calmed down a little she told me that the mommy goat ate her hair.  LOL  I'm sorry but I couldn't help it.  Yes, I laughed.  The momma goat would  put her front legs up on the gate and could lean out some and so Maddie was standing there and she grabbed her bangs and  started to chew.  I think it scared Maddie more than it really hurt.  We both laughed about it once she had gotten over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-6402637880042145340?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6402637880042145340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=6402637880042145340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6402637880042145340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6402637880042145340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/05/petting-zoo.html' title='Petting Zoo'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiFExXXeiMI/AAAAAAAAA5w/AcTp5kXIaks/s72-c/101_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-6441618733121699214</id><published>2009-05-29T20:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:36:18.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The FIRST Father/Son Campout</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, our ward held a father/son campout.  Though Jonas is young and not able to really participate in many activities, Jason and Jonas did go.  It was held at an LDS Camping Ground in Eagles Nest, NC.  It's an hour away, right in the middle of Greenville and Fayetteville.  They got there around dinner time on Friday night and then left after breakfast on Sat.  They didn't do much of anything except mingle but it was enough to say that they both now had been on a Father/Son campout, but there will be many of those to attend in the years to come.  But I'm glad that my boys got to attend even for a few hours.  Here are a few pictures that Jason took of Jonas sleeping in the tent and then eating breakfast the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiB-l6zDFkI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/k5mUzddPGLo/s1600-h/100_7583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiB-l6zDFkI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/k5mUzddPGLo/s320/100_7583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341408347965036098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiB-mZ7QKHI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/eYDVEPe3JXk/s1600-h/100_7585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiB-mZ7QKHI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/eYDVEPe3JXk/s320/100_7585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341408356320946290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**And Chelsea, it's a banana!!! OK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-6441618733121699214?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6441618733121699214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=6441618733121699214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6441618733121699214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6441618733121699214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-fatherson-campout.html' title='The FIRST Father/Son Campout'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiB-l6zDFkI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/k5mUzddPGLo/s72-c/100_7583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-7936921527630639480</id><published>2009-05-29T14:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:40:38.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of catching up to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm starting all the way back to Mother's Day. Well actually the Thursday before Mother's Day...Maddie's Pre-School Class had a little party for the Mom's.  We had muffins and received some gifts.  Here is a picture of Maddie with those items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiAt8D_iijI/AAAAAAAAA4o/DL2sFXlnJ-8/s1600-h/100_7576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiAt8D_iijI/AAAAAAAAA4o/DL2sFXlnJ-8/s320/100_7576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341319667948620338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see on her right is a purplish-blue and pink painting that she did all on her own.  She chose her colors and the painting tool which she is very proud to say that she got to use a paint roller.  This was done on a real painting canvas so it can be framed and kept for years.  Next is the item that she is holding, which is probably my fav out of the three.  It's obviously a painted flower pot but this is no ordinary flower pot!!  This one is OHHH SOOOO SPECIAL!!!  This one holds something so sweet and dear that when the teacher handed it to me, I got a little teary-eyed.  Each little flower, ladybug, frog, and butterfly was made with Madison's own little fingerprint.  And at the top it says I &lt;3 you (the heart is also her fingerprints).  I'm usually not a sappy kinda person but I tell ya, getting your FIRST EVER "Mommy I made this just for you" gift will make the best of 'em cry.  I will treasure it forever.  And as I told my mother-in-law...it will be a sad day when that thing breaks, cuz I know it will...ONE DAY but no matter what even if it shatters and I have to glue it a hundred times and you can't even tell what it is anymore, I will never get rid of it. &lt;br /&gt;The other gift to Maddie's left is a cute little card that has a poem inside called Handprints and as you can tell the front of the card is a flower made from Maddie's handprint with a few more ladybugs and a butterfly with her finger.  This card is also very touching, another tear-jerker.&lt;br /&gt;    I think the reason that the two gifts with the hand and finger prints are so special to me is b/c when Madison was born, at that hospital, they didn't do the hand and foot prints and we didn't realize that until she was older and we never did them ourselves which now I regretted but this was a special surprise.  &lt;br /&gt;    Here are some up close pictures of the flower pot:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiA0xZqpB9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/_HHE7iY_pug/s1600-h/100_7572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiA0xZqpB9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/_HHE7iY_pug/s320/100_7572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341327181369378770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiA0wm2qXEI/AAAAAAAAA44/KLhpHMsye00/s1600-h/100_7568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiA0wm2qXEI/AAAAAAAAA44/KLhpHMsye00/s320/100_7568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341327167729589314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiA0vkUYf2I/AAAAAAAAA4w/NUxVm-NfSqg/s1600-h/100_7567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiA0vkUYf2I/AAAAAAAAA4w/NUxVm-NfSqg/s320/100_7567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341327149869072226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to real Mother's Day...&lt;br /&gt;We went to see Jason's mom on Saturday night and stayed there.  We went to church in our old ward in Hope Mills, where his Dad and Tresea and Grandma Joyce go as well.  On Mother's Day, they always giveout something.  Chocolate, a flower or something.  This year it was a Mum, which normally I don't like but this was a long living flower and it was purple and actually kinda pretty but I didn't really appreciate it until I got my gift from Jason and the kids which was a NEW CAMERA!!!  I have been wanting a new camera and well complaining about the old one but I didn't really think that I'd get one.  BUT I DID!!!!  I love it!!!  It's great!!!  I'm super camera happy again.  I also got a new bracelet from Sharon though it was "suppose" to be from the kids it's very pretty.  I like it, it's very "mom-ish" which I'm in that stage of life now.  It's pink leather multi straps with a silver heart charm that says MOM.  Here's a picture: Thank You, Sharon!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiA5vHUKM9I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0J2zt5BU1Qs/s1600-h/100_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiA5vHUKM9I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0J2zt5BU1Qs/s200/100_0608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341332639641646034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after church and gift exchanges, we headed off to the cookout that Carl and Sharon held for the whole family on both sides.  Oma came too, oh yeah Oma is what the kids call Sharon's mom instead of Great Grandma b/c she's German(100%).  Well that was pretty much it for Mother's Day but it was a good one.  Best one so far I think!!!  Oh and Jason, Thank you again, sweetie for the camera.  I really do love it and I love you!!!   XOXOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love my babies and I'm so glad to be their Mommy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-7936921527630639480?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/7936921527630639480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=7936921527630639480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7936921527630639480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7936921527630639480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/05/lot-of-catching-up-to-do.html' title='A lot of catching up to do...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SiAt8D_iijI/AAAAAAAAA4o/DL2sFXlnJ-8/s72-c/100_7576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-6294251282431356052</id><published>2009-05-26T14:49:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:29:52.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you see?</title><content type='html'>I did this a few months ago but I thought I'd do it again since I did find a picture of Jason at 3 and I just did the Jason/Jonas comparison.  So here is Jason and Maddie and I at the age of 3 or around that.  So who does Maddie look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Shw-dH0yN1I/AAAAAAAAA4g/jzGMJrYBR5U/s1600-h/1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Shw-dH0yN1I/AAAAAAAAA4g/jzGMJrYBR5U/s320/1984.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340211928192137042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Shw-I0YAuSI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/jHfVNL7fkbk/s1600-h/100_5775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Shw-I0YAuSI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/jHfVNL7fkbk/s320/100_5775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340211579373795618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Shw7HzJcfYI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/4YytDQ1VH4s/s1600-h/Lena(3y-o).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Shw7HzJcfYI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/4YytDQ1VH4s/s320/Lena(3y-o).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340208263329512834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-6294251282431356052?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6294251282431356052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=6294251282431356052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6294251282431356052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6294251282431356052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-do-you-see.html' title='Who do you see?'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Shw-dH0yN1I/AAAAAAAAA4g/jzGMJrYBR5U/s72-c/1984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-5748126661038104543</id><published>2009-05-26T14:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:47:59.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Father like Son...I really don't have to say anything else, do I?  The first picture is Jason at a year old and the bottom picture is Jason at 18 months and then Jonas' year old photo in the middle.  There's just no denying it, Jonas is Jason's Mini-Me, but maybe just a little cuter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Shw00wq992I/AAAAAAAAA34/E2vTosz-IXo/s1600-h/Jason9mos1982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Shw00wq992I/AAAAAAAAA34/E2vTosz-IXo/s320/Jason9mos1982.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340201339177531234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Shw1gzfqCcI/AAAAAAAAA4A/dtR92yydCxs/s1600-h/tmp778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Shw1gzfqCcI/AAAAAAAAA4A/dtR92yydCxs/s320/tmp778.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340202095849638338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Shw3e9oRyzI/AAAAAAAAA4I/GgT46N3XkMo/s1600-h/Jason18mos1983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Shw3e9oRyzI/AAAAAAAAA4I/GgT46N3XkMo/s320/Jason18mos1983.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340204263233669938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-5748126661038104543?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5748126661038104543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=5748126661038104543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5748126661038104543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5748126661038104543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/05/father-like-son.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Shw00wq992I/AAAAAAAAA34/E2vTosz-IXo/s72-c/Jason9mos1982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-4955012124070379475</id><published>2009-05-26T09:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:44:20.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember these from my childhood and I just thought that summed up my life. Does anyone else out there feel the same? Only thing is, is that these women just hop into the bath without a second thought...that doesn't happen here at my house unless it's between the hours of 10pm and 5am and after my long day with the kids, at 10pm, I JUST WANT TO GO TO BED!!!! I mean Geez, I can't even go to the bathroom by myself. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;CALGON,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; TAKE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;AWAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RCC-E8ktcMg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RCC-E8ktcMg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9ZVBdTp2vI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9ZVBdTp2vI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-4955012124070379475?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4955012124070379475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=4955012124070379475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4955012124070379475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4955012124070379475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-remember-these-from-my-childhood-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-4394457536840906563</id><published>2009-05-21T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:44:55.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I could just eat him up!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well a few weeks ago I took Jonas to get his 1 year photos done (even though it was 2 months late but better late than never.)  I'll be honest, he wasn't his usual bubbly self but I was happy with these pictures that I ended up purchasing.  In this first picture, his little  smile just makes me melt.  It looks even better when you see the actual picture.  All I can say is that is MY SWEET BABY BOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ShX-APH_uxI/AAAAAAAAA3g/xdjto6FhmLQ/s1600-h/tmp778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ShX-APH_uxI/AAAAAAAAA3g/xdjto6FhmLQ/s320/tmp778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338452213331114770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is not as cute as the first one but I liked it b/c of the background and him holding the one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ShX-Ah2EkKI/AAAAAAAAA3o/AAQae54Dpb8/s1600-h/tmp780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ShX-Ah2EkKI/AAAAAAAAA3o/AAQae54Dpb8/s320/tmp780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338452218356207778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a collage and in the center photo is his profile.  Bottom left is a cute one of him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;giggling&lt;/span&gt; and bottom right is of him reading his book.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ShX9_-F7doI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/QKErEd4Pog4/s1600-h/tmp77B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ShX9_-F7doI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/QKErEd4Pog4/s320/tmp77B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338452208759043714" 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/2803495258445247193-4394457536840906563?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4394457536840906563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=4394457536840906563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4394457536840906563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4394457536840906563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-could-just-eat-him-up.html' title='I could just eat him up!!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ShX-APH_uxI/AAAAAAAAA3g/xdjto6FhmLQ/s72-c/tmp778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-5289876844458748655</id><published>2009-05-15T14:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:36:14.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny things from my 2 yr old (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>Madison said this just the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, can you do me a favor?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " I guess so.  What do you need?"  (With a surprised grin on my face)&lt;br /&gt;"Can you get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aladdin&lt;/span&gt; book for me?  I'll give you a piece of my cheese!"&lt;br /&gt;I just laughed but I did go and get the book for her.  Then when I handed it to her, she said "Here mom, here's your cheese."  I told her that I didn't want it but she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;persistent&lt;/span&gt; but we finally came to an agreement.  She would eat my piece of cheese for me and I could just have a kiss.  That was a darn good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison had taken a bath right after lunch b/c she had eaten some watermelon and gotten all sticky.  When she got out it was time for her nap so I told her to get some clothes on and she comes out with her long sleeve flannel monkey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; on (she loves these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;).  I told her that she'd get hot but she said that she was wet and cold so I let it go.  After about 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, she was lying in her bed reading some books and she says, "Mommy, I'm hot"  so I told her she could get up and change her clothes and she said, " No that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I just sleep in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nakey&lt;/span&gt;."  Oh boy did I laugh.  I did let her sleep with her shirt off but she was wearing pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play this game with the kids when Jonas has a smelly diaper.  I say, "Shoo Wee Somebody stinks and their name is..."  Of course it's Jonas that stinks but I like to play around with Maddie and I say, Somebody stinks and their name is Maddie.  And usually Maddie will say, "No, it's Jonas."  Well today she said, "I don't think so, It's not me, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jony&lt;/span&gt;!!!" (that's what Maddie calls Jonas)  She said it with such sass.  It was funny!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-5289876844458748655?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5289876844458748655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=5289876844458748655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5289876844458748655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5289876844458748655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-things-from-my-2-yr-old-part-4.html' title='Funny things from my 2 yr old (Part 4)'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-4014543396334509663</id><published>2009-05-04T09:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:29:10.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fickle Pickle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sf7tj0u1I8I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Kl3ufb_L1tY/s1600-h/100_7475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sf7tj0u1I8I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Kl3ufb_L1tY/s320/100_7475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331960208559514562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd post some words that Jonas does actually say.  He has, in the last week or so, started to say some new words. But he is such a fickle pickle that you can't get him to say it.  He only says it when he wants to, that goes for any sounds that he makes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll say: dog (and make the sound), car (and sound), throw (when he throws a ball), Arrrrrrgh (pirate sound), drink, juice, numm numm (means food or I'm hungry), makes cow and monkey sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also getting a lot better with his walking, and he's a lot faster.  He's almost at a run, therefore, I'm a lot busier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-4014543396334509663?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4014543396334509663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=4014543396334509663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4014543396334509663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4014543396334509663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-fickle-pickle.html' title='My Fickle Pickle'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sf7tj0u1I8I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Kl3ufb_L1tY/s72-c/100_7475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-2962956655773297633</id><published>2009-05-04T09:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:39:12.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny things from my 2 yr old (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sf7pDc9uwlI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ysMz4i7iGvg/s1600-h/100_7447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sf7pDc9uwlI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ysMz4i7iGvg/s320/100_7447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331955254377235026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lately, Madison has been pronouncing words with a country accent. I don't know where she has picked this up b/c neither Jason or I talk like this. The strange thing is that she just started this out of nowhere in the last 2 weeks or so where as before she was pronouncing these words correctly. Some of the words are: house (hayouse), that (theyet), snack (snayek). I'm going to be honest...THIS IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!! Jason says it's cute. It's NOT!!! We aren't country. We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; from the south but we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are not&lt;/span&gt; country. There's a difference. I've been trying to correct here whenever I hear it but it doesn't seem to click yet. So if she asks for a "snayek" she's not getting it until she asks nicely for a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;snack&lt;/span&gt; and not for a "snayek".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At dinner, earlier in the week, we had corn as one of our vegetables. As we are all sitting at the table eating, I notice Maddie digging her finger in her nose. So of course I told her, "Maddie get your finger out of your nose. Do you need a tissue?" And she said "yes, I have corn in my nose." "You have WHAT in your nose?" as I grab her head and lean it back to look up in nose. "I don't see anything. Do you really have corn in your nose?" "Uh-Huh!!!" So then I grab a tissue and she blows, and we couldn't believe it...a piece of corn flew out of her nose. I mean, I know that's what she told us but still, even after that, we couldn't believe that she actually did it. But I know that all kids do it at some point so it was just our time. After we explained that noses are only made for stuff to come out and that you can get hurt if you put stuff in your nose, we laughed. We laughed in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Some words that she pronounces funny: Ballerina(Ballalina), Dandelion(Daddy Lion), Carolina (Carowina)she says "I can't know" instead of I don't know or I don't remember. There are more but I can't remember them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Maddie is a girly-girl. She loves &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;!!! So for her birthday these are some things that she has asked for. A pink baby owl, pink car, a pink computer and the latest request, a pink monkey. And sure, you are probably thinking that I could find these things at wal-mart or ebay or something but not just any of these will do, she wants REAL ones. A real owl, a real car, a real computer and a real monkey, all for herself. So do you see why I'm hoping and praying that she will not get her hands on a credit card until she's at least 30 years old. Yeah, I think we are going to be in trouble before to long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-2962956655773297633?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2962956655773297633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=2962956655773297633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2962956655773297633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2962956655773297633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-things-from-my-2-yr-old-part-3.html' title='Funny things from my 2 yr old (Part 3)'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sf7pDc9uwlI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ysMz4i7iGvg/s72-c/100_7447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-3808041297764762375</id><published>2009-05-01T12:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:00:14.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish, Splash</title><content type='html'>Here is a clip with the kids playing in the pool the first time this spring/summer.  There's nothing special in it but I thought I'd add it on here just in case anyone did want to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-78eef303aeb9ff9a" 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://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78eef303aeb9ff9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334534764%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C285082820FD57E05DBDAB1A6CC60292EC5D71E.5737FBBBA2EB27FE3ABB1F71D3AEC72D23063D3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78eef303aeb9ff9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQCR0c11gk5isAviX4l8VpGfC33U&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://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78eef303aeb9ff9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334534764%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C285082820FD57E05DBDAB1A6CC60292EC5D71E.5737FBBBA2EB27FE3ABB1F71D3AEC72D23063D3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78eef303aeb9ff9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQCR0c11gk5isAviX4l8VpGfC33U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pictures too and I have to tell you the story of why and how Jonas became diaper-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsicLAEwOI/AAAAAAAAA2w/qBL-q4d0AIA/s1600-h/100_7524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsicLAEwOI/AAAAAAAAA2w/qBL-q4d0AIA/s200/100_7524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330892451307897058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the kids just playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfsib5gX3uI/AAAAAAAAA2o/uAcu_mhqPWA/s1600-h/100_7522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfsib5gX3uI/AAAAAAAAA2o/uAcu_mhqPWA/s200/100_7522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330892446611529442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie sunbathing with one of her best friends, Boomer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsibiNWKbI/AAAAAAAAA2g/bm5AZ-Og4rE/s1600-h/100_7520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsibiNWKbI/AAAAAAAAA2g/bm5AZ-Og4rE/s200/100_7520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330892440357710258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas having fun just splashing his hands in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the story... Ok so as you saw in the other pics, Joey just had a regular diaper on and Maddie kept asking me to put Jonas in the pool but he didn't really want in the pool b/c it was cold and I didn't want to put him in with that diaper on.  So when Maddie would ask for me to put Jonas in, I would say No he can't b/c of his diaper.  Then she asked me to just take his diaper off and I said no to that as well.  About 30 mins later the mail lady came and brought a package and so I had to go to the door. Then when I come back, this is what I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsjacoTmzI/AAAAAAAAA3A/_i8Wqxm4PVA/s1600-h/100_7527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsjacoTmzI/AAAAAAAAA3A/_i8Wqxm4PVA/s200/100_7527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330893521191934770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A naked little boy!!!!  Madison had decided to take it off herself.  It didn't seem to bother Jonas.  So then after that I put a swim diaper on him and they played together in the pool for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-3808041297764762375?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=78eef303aeb9ff9a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3808041297764762375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=3808041297764762375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3808041297764762375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3808041297764762375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/05/splish-splash.html' title='Splish, Splash'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsicLAEwOI/AAAAAAAAA2w/qBL-q4d0AIA/s72-c/100_7524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-3197338757253300394</id><published>2009-05-01T11:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:14:45.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't call DSS on me...</title><content type='html'>LOL!!!  I just had to post these pictures of the kids in the dog bed together.  They climbed in there all by themselves.  Jonas had been trying for weeks to climb up in it and well I'm sure with these two (monkey see, monkey do, monkey gets in trouble too), he just followed her every step.  I will admit that I did lock the cage just for a few mintues while I grabbed the camera and snapped a few pictures.  So please don't call DSS on me.  I love my kids and I want to keep them.  (well sometimes, LOL)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfsdl2QkL9I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/JqMkHqmvE0w/s1600-h/100_7430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfsdl2QkL9I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/JqMkHqmvE0w/s200/100_7430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330887119980474322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here in this first picture, you can see how proud Maddie is with that smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfsdli-C38I/AAAAAAAAA2I/0N0oqmyx0go/s1600-h/100_7429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfsdli-C38I/AAAAAAAAA2I/0N0oqmyx0go/s200/100_7429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330887114802520002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas is trying to figure out how to get out of the situation he got himself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsdmCSY5FI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/2y6mVcEKLXM/s1600-h/100_7431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsdmCSY5FI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/2y6mVcEKLXM/s200/100_7431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330887123209348178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then he decided to play peek-a-boo with me.  That Cutie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, life would be so boring without kids!!!  More relaxing but still boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-3197338757253300394?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3197338757253300394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=3197338757253300394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3197338757253300394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3197338757253300394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-dont-call-dss-on-me.html' title='Please don&apos;t call DSS on me...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfsdl2QkL9I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/JqMkHqmvE0w/s72-c/100_7430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-2292511160240846448</id><published>2009-05-01T11:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:57:03.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmer in the Dell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsboFqv2pI/AAAAAAAAA14/kjyeiN4oSms/s1600-h/100_7444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsboFqv2pI/AAAAAAAAA14/kjyeiN4oSms/s200/100_7444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330884959453305490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well first things first.  I love my little boy in a hat.  I've always been a fan of a man that looks good in a baseball hat.  Luckily my little boy takes after his daddy.  I like it when Jason wears a hat.  I think he's hot!!!  Well my little buddy is a cute in a hat too.   He likes to wear them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about these pictures.  Well the kids were playing outside and I had given them some Capri-Suns to drink and Jonas likes to play with the straws and he was being so cute and funny, I had to get some pictures.  He looked like a little farmer with the straw and the hat, all he was missing were the overalls.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsboW4ZBhI/AAAAAAAAA2A/w4rikhJoahY/s1600-h/100_7446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsboW4ZBhI/AAAAAAAAA2A/w4rikhJoahY/s200/100_7446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330884964073932306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsZxrO33MI/AAAAAAAAA1w/EkuggZGOzL4/s1600-h/100_7446.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-2292511160240846448?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2292511160240846448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=2292511160240846448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2292511160240846448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2292511160240846448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/05/farmer-in-dell.html' title='Farmer in the Dell'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SfsboFqv2pI/AAAAAAAAA14/kjyeiN4oSms/s72-c/100_7444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-4043990384648870606</id><published>2009-04-28T22:17:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:30:38.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberries for the pickin'</title><content type='html'>Jason was off last Friday, so we took the kids to the Strawberry Patch.  This is the same farm we went to last year to pick strawberries and also to get a pumpkin in Oct.  When I took them in Oct. we were disappointed to see that the petting zoo was temporary closed but thankfully it was open on Friday.  So here are some pictures of us picking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfe-DEstvII/AAAAAAAAAzg/RNFgn9yW1h0/s1600-h/100_7494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfe-DEstvII/AAAAAAAAAzg/RNFgn9yW1h0/s200/100_7494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937644026444930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfe-DVS0pDI/AAAAAAAAAzo/K3R470L2E3Q/s1600-h/100_7495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfe-DVS0pDI/AAAAAAAAAzo/K3R470L2E3Q/s200/100_7495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937648481248306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie did a really good job this year.  Last year she didn't really understand that we only wanted the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;red&lt;/span&gt; ones but this year she had a good eye.  Even Jonas found some good ones. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SffBI3R0H6I/AAAAAAAAA0I/glCL289jrOg/s1600-h/100_7503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SffBI3R0H6I/AAAAAAAAA0I/glCL289jrOg/s200/100_7503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329941042038054818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfe-D9o5hjI/AAAAAAAAAz4/uSYD1WCj154/s1600-h/100_7500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfe-D9o5hjI/AAAAAAAAAz4/uSYD1WCj154/s200/100_7500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937659311261234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out at the beginning of a row and of course moved on down as we picked but Jonas wasn't interested in following us so he just stayed at the start of the row.  We kept our eye on him but at one moment he was just playing in the dirt then the next he had a strawberry in each hand.  And of course he had to be all messy, squeezing it as he ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfe-EK4JHAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/iyn74sLaUVQ/s1600-h/100_7501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfe-EK4JHAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/iyn74sLaUVQ/s200/100_7501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937662864858114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfe-Dh5hOqI/AAAAAAAAAzw/RxMcWEHzZOY/s1600-h/100_7496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfe-Dh5hOqI/AAAAAAAAAzw/RxMcWEHzZOY/s200/100_7496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937651864779426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were all tickled to see him doing this even some of the other follow pickers.  When Jason asked Jonas if it was good, he nodded yes and wanted to share.(picture #2)  I'm so glad I thought to dress the kids in red/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;drk&lt;/span&gt;. pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pictures of all of us at the patch though not very good. (You know there are a lot more pictures taken now with two kids but a lot less worth showing.  Almost never can we get a picture with all 4 of us looking and smiling at the same moment.  But we still try.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SffEkZ80p9I/AAAAAAAAA0w/WmmG-NI8zJI/s1600-h/100_7513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SffEkZ80p9I/AAAAAAAAA0w/WmmG-NI8zJI/s320/100_7513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329944813736601554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SffEjwpq8CI/AAAAAAAAA0o/cbCBBUmmjDc/s1600-h/100_7511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SffEjwpq8CI/AAAAAAAAA0o/cbCBBUmmjDc/s320/100_7511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329944802650419234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of a very cute, handsome strawberry.  I wanted one of his sister but by this point she was tired, hungry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;irritable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SffBJO2ZljI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/CTLQ_IVRGWg/s1600-h/100_7507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SffBJO2ZljI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/CTLQ_IVRGWg/s200/100_7507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329941048365520434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to add this after I went back and looked at last years pictures.  What a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coincidence&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Cute!!  Too Funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SffFu1oXgdI/AAAAAAAAA04/ZNzKh_nKhE4/s1600-h/100_7496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SffFu1oXgdI/AAAAAAAAA04/ZNzKh_nKhE4/s320/100_7496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329946092477317586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SffFvPD9voI/AAAAAAAAA1A/d8Ho2AhecOg/s1600-h/100_3615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SffFvPD9voI/AAAAAAAAA1A/d8Ho2AhecOg/s320/100_3615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329946099303956098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also here is a clip that we took of the kids playing with the animals.  Sorry it's kinda long and it will take a while to upload but watch it if you want.  Either way, go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pickin&lt;/span&gt;' and enjoy 'em!!!&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4bf4c32cb9d6d594" 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://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4bf4c32cb9d6d594%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334534764%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C1E932BE5DF9F520AD3769E94EF6471095F85A3.709E9A11D21E8EA0ACCD2C570BDABEBB3F02553D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4bf4c32cb9d6d594%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzcOHb1aN_Y-zr-_wyzQwaNSiCHA&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://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4bf4c32cb9d6d594%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334534764%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C1E932BE5DF9F520AD3769E94EF6471095F85A3.709E9A11D21E8EA0ACCD2C570BDABEBB3F02553D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4bf4c32cb9d6d594%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzcOHb1aN_Y-zr-_wyzQwaNSiCHA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-4043990384648870606?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4bf4c32cb9d6d594&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4043990384648870606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=4043990384648870606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4043990384648870606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4043990384648870606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/04/strawberries-for-pickin.html' title='Strawberries for the pickin&apos;'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sfe-DEstvII/AAAAAAAAAzg/RNFgn9yW1h0/s72-c/100_7494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-3185978846295783599</id><published>2009-04-22T14:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:52:44.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's OFFICIALLY doing it!!!</title><content type='html'>I can finally say that Jonas is WALKING!!!  He now walks more than he crawls.  He has been toddling around for a while but he just preferred to crawl most of the time but now he finally chooses to walk.  He's a BIG BOY now!!!  (13 1/2 months old)&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-48ca6b7fc0f9b4c4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D48ca6b7fc0f9b4c4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334534764%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48C0C811399F0FE602CFF82AA445EC6785F7CE64.5AA23DAB69D8BB1E03C498C9236BA0199A70255B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D48ca6b7fc0f9b4c4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGByvHnJnZewhRCTCDx2cS_TjQuM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D48ca6b7fc0f9b4c4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334534764%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48C0C811399F0FE602CFF82AA445EC6785F7CE64.5AA23DAB69D8BB1E03C498C9236BA0199A70255B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D48ca6b7fc0f9b4c4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGByvHnJnZewhRCTCDx2cS_TjQuM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  Here's a short clip of him walking.  He is also nodding his head yes when I ask him a question.  This is his new thing to do and we think it's so funny b/c he says yes to almost everything.  He does know how to say No though.  He's a funny boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this was such a short blog I'll go ahead and update you on Jonas' last appt with the doctor at Duke Eye Center.  He went last Thursday and even though last time we went she talked like surgery wasn't even a thought in her mind for his ptosis(droopy lid).  But this time she walks in and checks him for like a minute or two and says "Oh yes, were going to need to do surgery on him when he's 2 or 3 years old."  Now if he needs it, then he needs it but what changed in the short 4 months between his appts.  It's not like there would have been a huge improvement in 4 months anyway.  Oh well, like I said I'm just giving you all an update.  He goes back in Aug so we'll see what is said during that visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-3185978846295783599?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=48ca6b7fc0f9b4c4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3185978846295783599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=3185978846295783599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3185978846295783599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3185978846295783599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-officially-doing-it.html' title='He&apos;s OFFICIALLY doing it!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-265078837805386404</id><published>2009-04-22T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:03:02.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny and Eggs</title><content type='html'>Back in March the Easter Bunny came to the Chic-Fil-A in the mall, so we took the kids to see him.  Of course Maddie was excited to see him until she actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SAW&lt;/span&gt; him.  After that we had to literally push her into line.  When it came our turn we sat Jonas on the bunny's knee and Maddie refused to go.  I did finally talk her into going with me and sitting on my knee and this is what we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9YIxsbnJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/W0XPAx58lO4/s1600-h/100_7232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9YIxsbnJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/W0XPAx58lO4/s200/100_7232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327573792004480146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After this photo disaster, Jason took Maddie aside and talked to her about it.  He told her that it was like Pee Dee and it was just a person in there but that the real bunny well bring you candy if she was good and took a picture with him and that there was nothing to be scared of.  And that little talk she said that she wanted to go see him again.  So here is a picture the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9ZVXkKSLI/AAAAAAAAAzI/DWtzHKPw37c/s1600-h/100_7236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9ZVXkKSLI/AAAAAAAAAzI/DWtzHKPw37c/s320/100_7236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327575107840395442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry it's so dark, our camera is stupid sometimes but at least you can see that she was willing to sit with him and smile.  And Jonas was actually looking this time too, all the other times he was too busy checking out the fur on Mr. EB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the eggs that we dyed this year.  I really had fun doing it with Maddie.  She thought it was cool that her egg turned pink and it had her name on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9arDtb9EI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/xwcREtDRmCU/s1600-h/100_7267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9arDtb9EI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/xwcREtDRmCU/s200/100_7267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327576579979342914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all had an egg each that had our names on it even Boomer and Bayleigh.  We had one that said Happy Easter and an "Go UNC" and an ECU that was half purple and half gold.  We also did a few of those shrink wrap kind, Maddie liked those too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9arQXmdEI/AAAAAAAAAzY/X-pqbOkA0Q0/s1600-h/100_7275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9arQXmdEI/AAAAAAAAAzY/X-pqbOkA0Q0/s200/100_7275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327576583377417282" 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/2803495258445247193-265078837805386404?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/265078837805386404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=265078837805386404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/265078837805386404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/265078837805386404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/04/bunny-and-eggs.html' title='Bunny and Eggs'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9YIxsbnJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/W0XPAx58lO4/s72-c/100_7232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-6034398048314687244</id><published>2009-04-22T12:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:05:10.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter pictures</title><content type='html'>Well first of all I want to tell you before you are wondering why Jason isn't in any of our pictures...Ok so we had planned to leave to head back home to Greenville after the first hour of church and have my brother take a few pics of us and the kids but it ended up that I stayed in Charlotte with the kids for a few extra days since it was my sisters Spring Break.  Well the whole pictures after sacrament didn't work out b/c Maddie fell asleep.  So Jason had left and the kids and I just took a few after we got home (back to Mom's house) from church.  I really hate that Jason is missing from this photo.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9Po6MEHeI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3JI_SYWIew8/s1600-h/100_7398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9Po6MEHeI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3JI_SYWIew8/s320/100_7398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327564448435805666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the kids individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9O_JpER8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/t5mbCmuBcbg/s1600-h/100_7383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9O_JpER8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/t5mbCmuBcbg/s200/100_7383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327563731029477314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9PAGF6wkI/AAAAAAAAAx4/GuzD_nBx7XY/s1600-h/100_7414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9PAGF6wkI/AAAAAAAAAx4/GuzD_nBx7XY/s200/100_7414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327563747256615490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9O_vJT0YI/AAAAAAAAAxo/JcTbTmqp40w/s1600-h/100_7395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9O_vJT0YI/AAAAAAAAAxo/JcTbTmqp40w/s200/100_7395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327563741096825218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture 1:&lt;/span&gt; Maddie posing with one of her baby chicks.  (She always talks about having baby chicks after she saw some as Grandma Avery's, so the Easter Bunny brought a little basket with some baby chicks in it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture 2:&lt;/span&gt; Posing with the bubbles that she got. (Isn't her Easter dress cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture 3:&lt;/span&gt; While I was just snapping shots of her, she heard an owl and this was her reaction.  "Ohhh, Mama you hear that owl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9R9fDQgeI/AAAAAAAAAyI/ICsOQH7Tlyk/s1600-h/100_7403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9R9fDQgeI/AAAAAAAAAyI/ICsOQH7Tlyk/s200/100_7403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327567000951620066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9R9un5RxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/8DiJ5DTHydk/s1600-h/100_7409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9R9un5RxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/8DiJ5DTHydk/s200/100_7409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327567005131818770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9R921QfKI/AAAAAAAAAyY/V6lJBQyxMqg/s1600-h/100_7410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9R921QfKI/AAAAAAAAAyY/V6lJBQyxMqg/s200/100_7410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327567007335349410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he just so cute??  I wish you could have seen Jason and Jonas together, they matched.  They both wore blue shirts and khakis with light colored striped ties.  Both were very handsome!!! ( WOW, I just realized that in that second picture it is like looking at Jason.  That's his mini-me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the best one out of the pictures I tried taking of the two of them together.  Not the greatest but hey at least they are both looking at the camera and neither of them are crying or running away, so that's gotta count for something, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9R-W-UJKI/AAAAAAAAAyo/mffKC1_tpiw/s1600-h/100_7425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9R-W-UJKI/AAAAAAAAAyo/mffKC1_tpiw/s200/100_7425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327567015963272354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last picture, this one is of us siblings.  This is my sister Laura (14 yr old), my brother Matt (19 yr old) and Me (not telling).  This is probably the first picture of us all together and dressed up nice in years and probably the last in a few more years since my brother will be leaving for his mission soon.  It's so weird to look at us like this b/c I still see us as "kids" but we aren't anymore.  Gosh, where did the time go???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9O_QXpEQI/AAAAAAAAAxg/fy9ziPFQoZk/s1600-h/100_7390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9O_QXpEQI/AAAAAAAAAxg/fy9ziPFQoZk/s200/100_7390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327563732835438850" 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/2803495258445247193-6034398048314687244?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6034398048314687244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=6034398048314687244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6034398048314687244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6034398048314687244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-pictures.html' title='Easter pictures'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se9Po6MEHeI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3JI_SYWIew8/s72-c/100_7398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-7065951747521028034</id><published>2009-04-22T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:01:24.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>Well sense we were in Charlotte instead of at home, we made sure that the Easter Bunny came to see the kids (and yes he still comes to visit Jason and I as well) at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GiGi's&lt;/span&gt; house.  The Easter Bunny was very thoughtful this year and brought all kinds of things for us, the kids especially.  Here's a picture before any damage was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8k4ueiIaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ceBmPo71ThU/s1600-h/100_7366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8k4ueiIaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ceBmPo71ThU/s200/100_7366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327517441169957282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From L to R:   Lena's, Maddie's, and little basket of chicks for the kids, Jonas' and Jason's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Maddie with first site of her basket.  Jonas wasn't as fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8m17zhBXI/AAAAAAAAAvg/pd9RICHD0w4/s1600-h/100_7367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8m17zhBXI/AAAAAAAAAvg/pd9RICHD0w4/s200/100_7367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327519592231273842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's pictures of Maddie as she goes through her basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8m2Q0BcgI/AAAAAAAAAvw/z1uWWWYX1lw/s1600-h/100_7370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8m2Q0BcgI/AAAAAAAAAvw/z1uWWWYX1lw/s200/100_7370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327519597870543362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8m2MZHNcI/AAAAAAAAAvo/tHkzK6_6nVU/s1600-h/100_7369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8m2MZHNcI/AAAAAAAAAvo/tHkzK6_6nVU/s200/100_7369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327519596683933122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8m2ywVEvI/AAAAAAAAAwA/TIu3Q1UkJOQ/s1600-h/100_7377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8m2ywVEvI/AAAAAAAAAwA/TIu3Q1UkJOQ/s200/100_7377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327519606981858034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8m2nbQheI/AAAAAAAAAv4/EbGJmPB8LOQ/s1600-h/100_7374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8m2nbQheI/AAAAAAAAAv4/EbGJmPB8LOQ/s200/100_7374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327519603940689378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, she got some gum, a big butterfly cookie, ring pops, pink(white chocolate) solid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; bunny, lots of books, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt;, princess puzzle, sidewalk chalk and some other little stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jonas with his first real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; basket since last year he was only two weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8quuGFAhI/AAAAAAAAAwI/4cT_gkl6Iao/s1600-h/100_7368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8quuGFAhI/AAAAAAAAAwI/4cT_gkl6Iao/s200/100_7368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327523866338460178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8qvSqYmAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/6oBlnPtXWLk/s1600-h/100_7375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8qvSqYmAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/6oBlnPtXWLk/s200/100_7375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327523876154415106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that he pulls out is his football. He also got some Yogurt Melts and Baby Fruit Snacks.  The only real candy that he got was a blue solid bunny.  He got a Mickey Mouse puzzle, lots of books, bubbles, farm animals that make sounds and a Mickey kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8qvCAYaFI/AAAAAAAAAwY/AnvYEWoh7aQ/s1600-h/100_7373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8qvCAYaFI/AAAAAAAAAwY/AnvYEWoh7aQ/s200/100_7373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327523871683274834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8qu2xLENI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/B17mBvGvMXU/s1600-h/100_7371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8qu2xLENI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/B17mBvGvMXU/s200/100_7371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327523868666695890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the two of them when it was all over. (Jonas trying really hard to get into some Smarties, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8vHDkjltI/AAAAAAAAAww/oRFjsrZlBMA/s1600-h/100_7378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8vHDkjltI/AAAAAAAAAww/oRFjsrZlBMA/s320/100_7378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327528682466809554" 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/2803495258445247193-7065951747521028034?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/7065951747521028034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=7065951747521028034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7065951747521028034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7065951747521028034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8k4ueiIaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ceBmPo71ThU/s72-c/100_7366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-4838750031319543928</id><published>2009-04-22T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:01:55.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>So as it says down below we went to Charlotte on Thursday.  On Friday we went to the zoo and also met up with Jason's mom and her side of the family at the hotel they were staying at for the wedding.  It was fun seeing Jason's grandad and aunts and uncles. They live in California so we don't see them much but we definitely enjoy it when we do.  They are a lot of fun.  So after we left the zoo we drove to the hotel that Jason's mom and grandma were at and waited around for everyone to arrive.  We had planned to go swimming (thought it was an indoor pool) but we stuck one toe in and it was FROZEN.  Of course, Maddie wasn't having it so we let her get her swim suit on and she stood on the steps of it and played.  Yeah it was even to cold for her.  There was also a little showering faucet and Jonas figured out how to turn it on so they both were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soaked&lt;/span&gt; but had a ton of fun.  After everyone had arrived, we went to dinner with Sharon, Grandma Jo(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oma&lt;/span&gt;), Uncle Tommy, Linnie (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oma's&lt;/span&gt; sister) and her boyfriend, Darrell.  It was a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; and a little pricey.  Thanks to Sharon and Tommy for our meal.  Then we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the wedding (Sat).  So we left the kids with my parents and drove back to Columbia (1 1/2 hour drive).  It was Jason's cousin Britney that was getting married.  She is originally from California but met a guy from SC and so she got a job transfer there and now they are married and living in SC.  It was an outside wedding and it was such a beautiful day.  It was the perfect wedding day, well besides mine :o)  The reception was way nice.  The food was great and it was just nice to be with the family.  They are really a lot of fun.  I especially enjoyed being myself and dancing with Jason's cousin in law if that's such a thing.  Valerie, if you are reading this, You are a lot of fun and I had a good time.  Valerie and Raymond live in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fayetteville&lt;/span&gt; area so we'd like to spend more time with them when we move back home.    And I wish that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Opa&lt;/span&gt; (Jason's Grandad) and Tommy and Doug, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aloria&lt;/span&gt; and Shawn (Britney's Family) all lived here too.  We miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add some pictures to the post.  Here are pics of Jason showing off his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;manliness&lt;/span&gt;.  As we were waiting in the hotel until time for the wedding, Jason found the Columbia phone book.  When he saw how thick this phone book was he just couldn't resist...he just had to see if he could tear this one in half.  Here are the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8xvZHcAuI/AAAAAAAAAw4/SA_DSeWnT8I/s1600-h/100_7362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8xvZHcAuI/AAAAAAAAAw4/SA_DSeWnT8I/s200/100_7362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327531574468281058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8xvmnSLQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/CnyKCtAskDI/s1600-h/100_7363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8xvmnSLQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/CnyKCtAskDI/s200/100_7363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327531578091515138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8xv1we7qI/AAAAAAAAAxI/QEz3VaEQpKY/s1600-h/100_7364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8xv1we7qI/AAAAAAAAAxI/QEz3VaEQpKY/s200/100_7364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327531582156631714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8xwL2wToI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/PRTP9yk9fzs/s1600-h/100_7365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8xwL2wToI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/PRTP9yk9fzs/s200/100_7365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327531588088516226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh every time I look at those facial expressions.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-4838750031319543928?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4838750031319543928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=4838750031319543928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4838750031319543928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4838750031319543928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se8xvZHcAuI/AAAAAAAAAw4/SA_DSeWnT8I/s72-c/100_7362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-7666393611327333453</id><published>2009-04-21T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:02:43.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One happy little girl!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4Gdtm5T2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/I9XXIc8geWc/s1600-h/100_7318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4Gdtm5T2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/I9XXIc8geWc/s320/100_7318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327202516754583394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Easter weekend we headed to Charlotte and stayed with my parents.  We drove up on Thursday after Maddie's Easter Party at school.  Our plan was to go to the Columbia Zoo on Friday and then on Saturday, Jason's cousin was getting married in Columbia as well, which was our main reason for going.  So this was Maddie's first time going to the zoo and she was way excited.  I think I was more excited though just to be able to take her and see her reaction.  There were 2 things that she was really anxious to see.  Can you guess what they were??  Oddly enough they were the crocodiles and owls.   So of course we HAD to take some pictures of those, so here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4E523wn3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/i9KqeeD8jgo/s1600-h/100_7320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4E523wn3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/i9KqeeD8jgo/s200/100_7320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327200801254317938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4E6GkAZXI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Y9ZepWVAloc/s1600-h/100_7325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4E6GkAZXI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Y9ZepWVAloc/s200/100_7325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327200805466432882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture does have the croc in it, on the right of Maddie.  There is a restaurant in the back there too.  We had lunch there which was neat b/c we sat right there at that window that you see and so Maddie was watching the crocodile the whole time. She liked that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing that she really liked was petting these turtles.  She stayed there a looong time.  She didn't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4IxlRWYUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Zsyhd_KAQoM/s1600-h/100_7329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4IxlRWYUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Zsyhd_KAQoM/s200/100_7329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327205057137369410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she saw this little guy, she had to have her picture taken with him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4IZujbvTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/K3de86WnvmY/s1600-h/100_7334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4IZujbvTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/K3de86WnvmY/s200/100_7334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327204647312276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to see a baby giraffe which I could have bought home with me, he was so cute.   We also saw zebras, elephants, (the following not pictured)monkeys, bears that were wrestling(it was cute), a seal, penguins, koalas, wallabies, lions, baboons (which I have a funny story about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4LHZ8GZwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/TvPDxCEiK_0/s1600-h/100_7322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4LHZ8GZwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/TvPDxCEiK_0/s200/100_7322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327207631075829506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4LHTzl99I/AAAAAAAAAuw/FO13Cv5OrGs/s1600-h/100_7323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4LHTzl99I/AAAAAAAAAuw/FO13Cv5OrGs/s200/100_7323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327207629429536722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4LH-LrlII/AAAAAAAAAvA/zZzJAU6PIwI/s1600-h/100_7339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4LH-LrlII/AAAAAAAAAvA/zZzJAU6PIwI/s200/100_7339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327207640804856962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of one of my favorite things...frogs.  I just think they are so cute, this one especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4zpiYG0qI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Q0TfflBkL1c/s1600-h/100_7332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4zpiYG0qI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Q0TfflBkL1c/s200/100_7332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327252197921444514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the kids together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4LHKQMBMI/AAAAAAAAAug/UzGKqunb1hQ/s1600-h/100_7321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4LHKQMBMI/AAAAAAAAAug/UzGKqunb1hQ/s200/100_7321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327207626865116354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the family at the Riverbanks Zoo in Columbia, SC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4xXu7-ZNI/AAAAAAAAAvI/CPjsYvVQAK0/s1600-h/100_7361.JPG"&gt;                                         &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4xXu7-ZNI/AAAAAAAAAvI/CPjsYvVQAK0/s320/100_7361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327249693032211666" 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/2803495258445247193-7666393611327333453?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/7666393611327333453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=7666393611327333453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7666393611327333453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7666393611327333453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-happy-little-girl.html' title='One happy little girl!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se4Gdtm5T2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/I9XXIc8geWc/s72-c/100_7318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-5238041114860808596</id><published>2009-04-21T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:26:27.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison's 1st Real Easter Party</title><content type='html'>As most of you know Maddie goes to pre-school.  She attends pre-school at Jarvis Methodist.  She is in the 2 year old class that goes Tues and Thurs.  Well the Thursday  before Easter Maddie's class had an Easter Egg Hunt and a party.  I didn't get any pictures of the Easter Egg Hunt which I regret but I did get it on the video camera.  She found lots of eggs and was super excited to know that there was candy in them.  After the Egg Hunt, they went inside to have their party.  Jason and Jonas came too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is a picture of Maddie showing her excitement about her Easter egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3m-sw-ceI/AAAAAAAAAtI/7zYB1bP9_BI/s1600-h/100_7300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3m-sw-ceI/AAAAAAAAAtI/7zYB1bP9_BI/s200/100_7300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327167899092021730" 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;Maddie enjoying her cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3m--hqAKI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/vBYscXZiiRk/s1600-h/100_7306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3m--hqAKI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/vBYscXZiiRk/s200/100_7306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327167903859605666" 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;Maddie showing Jonas the train set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3m_NRVT3I/AAAAAAAAAtY/BfXsb_ZCl7A/s1600-h/100_7309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3m_NRVT3I/AAAAAAAAAtY/BfXsb_ZCl7A/s200/100_7309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327167907817672562" 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;Madison was the line leader that day.  So here she is posing in the front of the line and being silly, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3m_V07N0I/AAAAAAAAAtg/EJA8UoYMwx0/s1600-h/100_7313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3m_V07N0I/AAAAAAAAAtg/EJA8UoYMwx0/s200/100_7313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327167910114441026" 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/2803495258445247193-5238041114860808596?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5238041114860808596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=5238041114860808596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5238041114860808596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5238041114860808596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/04/madisons-1st-real-easter-party.html' title='Madison&apos;s 1st Real Easter Party'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3m-sw-ceI/AAAAAAAAAtI/7zYB1bP9_BI/s72-c/100_7300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-6068973099991574482</id><published>2009-04-21T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:20:14.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuter Owl</title><content type='html'>So this is a new background and it's a lot cuter than the other green one and I can make Maddie smile when I show it to her.  By the way,  Maddie told me that for her birthday she wants a pink baby owl.  Along with a pink car and a pink computer.  Do you think she's a little girl or what?  A little girly girl that knows what she wants!!! LOL  I love her!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-6068973099991574482?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6068973099991574482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=6068973099991574482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6068973099991574482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6068973099991574482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuter-owl.html' title='Cuter Owl'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-4734959663580101313</id><published>2009-04-21T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:06:53.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ok, you can laugh too</title><content type='html'>So going back 2 weeks ago, on Monday, April 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is the same day that the Tar Heels won the National Championship, GO HEELS, but anyway the day started out the same as always.  We woke and had breakfast.  I decided to give the kids their baths in the morning so that we could get them to bed earlier than usual so we could sit down and watch the game that evening.  So after their baths I let them go outside so they could warm up in the sun.  In the early morning it had poured down rain for like 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but then it was so beautiful outside.  As the kids were playing outside, I was folding some laundry and could see Maddie from the window but I could only see her back.  So as I'm folding the clothes, I keep hearing her laugh and it just goes on and on and on, so of course I had to go see what was so funny.  I walked out onto our patio and I almost had a heart attack.  This is what I saw!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3Y9VWhz8I/AAAAAAAAAsk/3FQ8bX0aevM/s1600-h/100_7280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3Y9VWhz8I/AAAAAAAAAsk/3FQ8bX0aevM/s200/100_7280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327152482464419778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3YSADySgI/AAAAAAAAAsU/rVO41PCVELI/s1600-h/100_7278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3YSADySgI/AAAAAAAAAsU/rVO41PCVELI/s200/100_7278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327151738014288386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see now why I almost had a heart attack??  I had just given them baths.  Sure it was funny, and I did laugh after the initial shock was gone.  But I just couldn't believe it!!! Maddie was digging in the mud and flinging and throwing it on Jonas.  And of course Maddie was laughing at this b/c, I mean LOOK at Jonas!!!  But he didn't seem to mind.  He actually started crying when I took him in to give him ANOTHER bath.  But seriously, when I went out there, all I could see of Jonas' face was his eyes blinking.  Poor little guy!! It was all in his mouth, ears, and his eyes too.  And of course, Maddie was clean except her knees down and her hands and a little on her clothes but they both had a second bath.  See...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3btmiIyBI/AAAAAAAAAs4/k5_Hyogu38o/s1600-h/100_7284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3btmiIyBI/AAAAAAAAAs4/k5_Hyogu38o/s320/100_7284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327155510733490194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after baths, it was then time for Jonas' nap.  While I was in his room trying to get him to sleep, Maddie put her clothes on and decided to help herself to a snack.  The chosen snack was a Strawberry Milkshake Pop-Tart.   Apparently, her busy morning was just to much for her so this is what I found when I came out of Jonas' room.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3dDVSEfuI/AAAAAAAAAtA/yOBbZzyd_s4/s1600-h/100_7292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3dDVSEfuI/AAAAAAAAAtA/yOBbZzyd_s4/s200/100_7292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327156983571447522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had fallen asleep on the kitchen counter!!!  Can you believe this???  I couldn't!!  I kept saying her name and nudging her, thinking that she was just playing opossum b/c she got caught up on the counter getting her own snack.  (Note the pop-tart there beside her.)   But she really was asleep.  I don't know what she was thinking.  I mean the couch was 10 steps away and she couldn't climb down and go lay on the nice soft couch??  I don't know, maybe she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;narcoleptic&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  J/K    Thought it was a funny story so I wanted to share.  Maybe someone out there needs a laugh at my expense.  HAVE AT IT!!!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-4734959663580101313?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4734959663580101313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=4734959663580101313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4734959663580101313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4734959663580101313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-ok-you-can-laugh-too.html' title='It&apos;s ok, you can laugh too'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Se3Y9VWhz8I/AAAAAAAAAsk/3FQ8bX0aevM/s72-c/100_7280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-5257269119747052831</id><published>2009-04-17T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:31:32.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me explain...</title><content type='html'>Yes I know that this background is unusual and well, kinda ugly but I did for my little girl. For some reason Madison is obsessed with owls.  So I was looking through and she was with me and of course when she saw this one she went crazy so I had to do it.  It's not very spring-ish like I was wanting but I'll change it again in a few days so all I have left to say is...Whoooo-Whooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-5257269119747052831?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5257269119747052831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=5257269119747052831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5257269119747052831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5257269119747052831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-me-explain.html' title='Let me explain...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-7031603212019399170</id><published>2009-03-30T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:09:58.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can 't believe that 6 years has come and gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SdDSqHLS7_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/0pgk83vhqAY/s1600-h/Copy+of+Signin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SdDSqHLS7_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/0pgk83vhqAY/s320/Copy+of+Signin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318982780847321074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sat. March 28th, Jason and I celebrated our 6th year wedding anniversary.  I can't believe that it has already been 6 years.  That sounds like a long time to me, but it hasn't felt like 6 years.  I guess time really does fly when you're having fun!  I just wanted to publicly let my husband know that I do love him with all my heart though I don't show it very well.  I would do it all over again.  Sure it's been 6 years of ups and downs, enough to think we were riding a roller coaster but I'm glad that it was with him.  I'm thankful that I met him 9 years ago on that same date and that he called me that day (he knows what day I mean) and asked me if I was happy and I'm thankful for the star that he gave me for my 23rd birthday that he had named  William A. Ramee and that on March 28, 2003, he knelt across the alter in the Raleigh NC Temple and covenanted with the Lord to be with me for time and all eternity.  That is a list of several blessings that the Lord granted to me but that was just the beginning.  Over the past six years we have been blessed in every way possible.  But again, I wouldn't have been part of it if I wasn't married to the wonderful man that I am.  He is a hard working, talented, gifted, intelligent, focused, driven, fun person.  I love him so much and he deserves much more praise that I give him.  If it weren't for him and his good and righteous decisions, our family weren't be where we are today.  Thank you sweetie!!!!   I LOVE YOU!!!!  And as I like to say...Happily Ever After!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-7031603212019399170?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/7031603212019399170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=7031603212019399170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7031603212019399170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7031603212019399170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-t-believe-that-6-years-has-come.html' title='I can &apos;t believe that 6 years has come and gone...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SdDSqHLS7_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/0pgk83vhqAY/s72-c/Copy+of+Signin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-1722008785938169432</id><published>2009-03-20T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:34:53.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam Session with Daddy</title><content type='html'>Jason was playing his guitar for Jonas and he(jonas) was dancing and wanted to get in on it too.  Check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScToA0JfzQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/nJz9-Y4Gc7k/s1600-h/100_7194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScToA0JfzQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/nJz9-Y4Gc7k/s200/100_7194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315628560900148482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas dancing to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTmfzf4o_I/AAAAAAAAAp8/y97ytnhJCdU/s1600-h/100_7198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTmfzf4o_I/AAAAAAAAAp8/y97ytnhJCdU/s200/100_7198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315626894278304754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTmf74clRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/kojBXS9c6vs/s1600-h/100_7200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTmf74clRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/kojBXS9c6vs/s200/100_7200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315626896528807186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas trying to help Daddy play a song now.&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/2803495258445247193-1722008785938169432?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/1722008785938169432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=1722008785938169432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/1722008785938169432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/1722008785938169432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/03/jam-session-with-daddy.html' title='Jam Session with Daddy'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScToA0JfzQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/nJz9-Y4Gc7k/s72-c/100_7194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-91511256669587683</id><published>2009-03-20T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:33:41.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a-swingin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;That's right Just a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;swingin'&lt;/span&gt;...a country song by John Anderson in 1983, giving  a shout out to my Moms.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GaGa&lt;/span&gt;(Jason's Mom) got Jonas a swing for his birthday and Thursday was the first day that it was warm and not raining so I put it up for the kids and so again here are some pictures of them enjoying the ride in the new swing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here they are just a-swingin'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScT1CIKsEII/AAAAAAAAAqc/1otpIypZOcI/s1600-h/100_7140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScT1CIKsEII/AAAAAAAAAqc/1otpIypZOcI/s200/100_7140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315642877104885890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScT1B4876nI/AAAAAAAAAqU/c9VR43AAyEM/s1600-h/100_7143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScT1B4876nI/AAAAAAAAAqU/c9VR43AAyEM/s200/100_7143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315642873020672626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScT1CukSE4I/AAAAAAAAAqk/8EK4nR3S4V0/s1600-h/100_7137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScT1CukSE4I/AAAAAAAAAqk/8EK4nR3S4V0/s200/100_7137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315642887412781954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is just so content and happy when he's in his swing which is interesting since he cried all the time in his infant swing but at least he is smiling now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScT1DTR9elI/AAAAAAAAAq0/h3L6WuldU7w/s1600-h/100_7158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScT1DTR9elI/AAAAAAAAAq0/h3L6WuldU7w/s200/100_7158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315642897268046418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScT1C7hyTHI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7Pc0lUg5m4E/s1600-h/100_7152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScT1C7hyTHI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7Pc0lUg5m4E/s200/100_7152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315642890891971698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Maddie loves that we have a swing at our house now.  I mean can't you see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; in her eyes.  She is so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a beautiful day we played outside for hours.  While we were out there, I took advantage that Jonas doesn't like to sit in the dead, crunchy grass and I made him walk so I have a few pics of where I caught him in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SceGaWlA1XI/AAAAAAAAArU/WaUJkgdd8cc/s1600-h/100_7185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SceGaWlA1XI/AAAAAAAAArU/WaUJkgdd8cc/s200/100_7185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316365672429704562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SceGYe6o0nI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Oh0Ee_zjCwc/s1600-h/100_7174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SceGYe6o0nI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Oh0Ee_zjCwc/s200/100_7174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316365640308150898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SceGZKOjDHI/AAAAAAAAArE/QXVwTTC5xM4/s1600-h/100_7176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SceGZKOjDHI/AAAAAAAAArE/QXVwTTC5xM4/s200/100_7176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316365651934383218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two pictures are of Jonas walking to me.  And the last picture is of him doing what he always does, pointing at something and saying "what's that?"  LOL  But I think it's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SceGZ7WHZGI/AAAAAAAAArM/KD9wGjPOvAA/s1600-h/100_7179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SceGZ7WHZGI/AAAAAAAAArM/KD9wGjPOvAA/s200/100_7179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316365665119462498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SceGa0jAI8I/AAAAAAAAArc/wRCbsZVtyVs/s1600-h/100_7188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SceGa0jAI8I/AAAAAAAAArc/wRCbsZVtyVs/s200/100_7188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316365680474334146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SceHm0Ig_zI/AAAAAAAAArk/4dcynSHTQAA/s1600-h/100_7189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SceHm0Ig_zI/AAAAAAAAArk/4dcynSHTQAA/s200/100_7189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316366986033299250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas' GiGi and Grandad (my parents) got this bubble mower for his birthday.  He thinks he is a big boy when he pushes it around.  In the second one is again is making spit bubbles along with his own sound effects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-91511256669587683?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/91511256669587683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=91511256669587683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/91511256669587683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/91511256669587683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-swingin.html' title='Just a-swingin&apos;'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScT1CIKsEII/AAAAAAAAAqc/1otpIypZOcI/s72-c/100_7140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-4339077163058938811</id><published>2009-03-20T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:38:17.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas' Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well Jonas' birthday was on the 11th but we had his party on Sat. the 14th in Fayetteville at his Grandaddy Adams house. I don't have many pictures myself, Jason was running the video camera but as soon as I get the pictures from the rest of the family I'll post them. But here is his Mickey Mouse Cake that I made. I will confess that Jason did do the facial features but I did bake the cake and ice it. I figured it would be better that he do it since I can't draw a straight line. I think it turned out pretty good, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTbnNbyUII/AAAAAAAAAo8/FefMPhJOHi0/s1600-h/100_7049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTbnNbyUII/AAAAAAAAAo8/FefMPhJOHi0/s200/100_7049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315614926871613570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTbntjMh_I/AAAAAAAAApE/tU8Wf8kvn7o/s1600-h/100_7052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTbntjMh_I/AAAAAAAAApE/tU8Wf8kvn7o/s200/100_7052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315614935492626418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Jonas taking a peek at one of his gifts which he loves. (Mickey Mouse Ride-On Train)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTbn0iCdnI/AAAAAAAAApM/tRqgppf0nMo/s1600-h/100_7054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTbn0iCdnI/AAAAAAAAApM/tRqgppf0nMo/s200/100_7054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315614937366820466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here is Jason playing Super Man with both the kids at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTbn0iCdnI/AAAAAAAAApM/tRqgppf0nMo/s1600-h/100_7054.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTdczyqFJI/AAAAAAAAApU/ZqovCwMjPbY/s1600-h/100_7056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTdczyqFJI/AAAAAAAAApU/ZqovCwMjPbY/s200/100_7056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315616947212784786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonas waiting to "have his cake and eat it too"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTdczyqFJI/AAAAAAAAApU/ZqovCwMjPbY/s1600-h/100_7056.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said I don't have any pictures yet of him digging in but boy did he ever.  It was everywhere.  He looked like he had a black beard.  It was exactly what I was hoping for especially since for Maddie's 1st birthday, she just picked at it.  He was a mess and that's what I like!!!  Hope to get those pictures soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-4339077163058938811?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4339077163058938811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=4339077163058938811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4339077163058938811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4339077163058938811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/03/jonas-party.html' title='Jonas&apos; Party'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScTbnNbyUII/AAAAAAAAAo8/FefMPhJOHi0/s72-c/100_7049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-7336413544069108452</id><published>2009-03-20T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:07:44.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical difficulties...</title><content type='html'>I know this is going to sound crazy but I did make a post of Jonas' birthday but I had started days and days ago and b/c I didn't finish that day I didn't post it I just saved it but then the next day I went to finish it and every day since then I have been having problems with my computer.  And one day I did finish it but then Jonas pushed a button, what button I'm not sure but whatever button it was it erased everything that I had added that day so ...ANYWAY...it's finally finished and if you care to know what Jonas' birthday was like go back and check it out.  It's posted on the 16th and it's titled Jonas' Big Day.  Thanks for reading!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-7336413544069108452?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/7336413544069108452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=7336413544069108452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7336413544069108452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/7336413544069108452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/03/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical difficulties...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-1681404025519134730</id><published>2009-03-20T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:52:52.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky Day for Jonas (1 year check up)</title><content type='html'>Well now that Jonas is one, he was due for his one year check up. So here are his stats: He weighed 23.8 lbs. which would put him in the 50-75th percentile and height was 29 1/2 inches which is the 25-50th percentile. He had to get his finger pricked AND 4 shots. Poor widdle boy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315381492261668306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScQHThvxRdI/AAAAAAAAAo0/h66XMVA8S2E/s320/100_7109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Jonas after his appt. He likes this activity table that he got for his birthday. Look at my cute little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-1681404025519134730?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/1681404025519134730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=1681404025519134730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/1681404025519134730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/1681404025519134730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/03/unlucky-day-for-jonas-1-year-check-up.html' title='Unlucky Day for Jonas (1 year check up)'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScQHThvxRdI/AAAAAAAAAo0/h66XMVA8S2E/s72-c/100_7109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-1117931733329478243</id><published>2009-03-18T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:51:49.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after I posted the first St. Patty's Day post with the story about my friend's mom and the awesome green breakfast and dinner she had made, I thought why don't I make one so here's what we had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScP7KP6HuyI/AAAAAAAAAn0/PZBusEmrN04/s1600-h/100_7099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315368138714888994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScP7KP6HuyI/AAAAAAAAAn0/PZBusEmrN04/s200/100_7099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken, broccoli, green mashed potatoes and a few green grapes. And the kids had green milk to drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScP8GG8JUVI/AAAAAAAAAn8/B2yfaa9PshE/s1600-h/100_7098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315369167099613522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScP8GG8JUVI/AAAAAAAAAn8/B2yfaa9PshE/s200/100_7098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With the green mashed potatoes in his hair, he looks like the Joker, but a darn cute one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After baths of course, Maddie and I made a choc. chip cookie with a shamrock on it. It was yum!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScQBSxPqRRI/AAAAAAAAAok/xcQuj3gGnHA/s1600-h/100_7107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315374882172323090" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScQBSxPqRRI/AAAAAAAAAok/xcQuj3gGnHA/s200/100_7107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScP-mEH_3uI/AAAAAAAAAoE/j863F4OG404/s1600-h/100_7108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315371915123089122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScP-mEH_3uI/AAAAAAAAAoE/j863F4OG404/s200/100_7108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-1117931733329478243?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/1117931733329478243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=1117931733329478243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/1117931733329478243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/1117931733329478243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day-dinner.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day Dinner'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScP7KP6HuyI/AAAAAAAAAn0/PZBusEmrN04/s72-c/100_7099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-349999803426648812</id><published>2009-03-17T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:23:05.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sleeping Beauty...</title><content type='html'>Enough said!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScBW7BJ_8SI/AAAAAAAAAlE/tCKgEQqgd40/s1600-h/100_7095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314343132219830562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScBW7BJ_8SI/AAAAAAAAAlE/tCKgEQqgd40/s320/100_7095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jonas was excited b/c he found Sissy, then he climbed up and started bouncing on the bed and laughing as if he was thinking, "Ha Ha Ha, I'm going to wake her up!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScBZAj3RncI/AAAAAAAAAlM/vIZsz2Y1eyc/s1600-h/100_7088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314345426459139522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScBZAj3RncI/AAAAAAAAAlM/vIZsz2Y1eyc/s320/100_7088.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/2803495258445247193-349999803426648812?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/349999803426648812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=349999803426648812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/349999803426648812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/349999803426648812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-sleeping-beauty.html' title='My Sleeping Beauty...'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScBW7BJ_8SI/AAAAAAAAAlE/tCKgEQqgd40/s72-c/100_7095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-4134716221141858918</id><published>2009-03-17T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:19:44.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ST. PATTY'S DAY !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb-plWsGhGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ZCumVgKR8ek/s1600-h/100_7058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314152544531285090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb-plWsGhGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ZCumVgKR8ek/s320/100_7058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone. I hope you don't get pinched a lot if you didn't wear green, but shame on you if you didn't. Still, I hope everyone has a great day. Too bad it's so gloomy. I just wanted to post a few pictures of the kids in their green. Maddie and I decorated our front door so I have a few of that as well. At the end I'll share a memory from a St. Patty's day from a long time ago. Oh well Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb-pRtdZ2BI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Be8Ep_uY5DY/s1600-h/100_7062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314152207046268946" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb-pRtdZ2BI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Be8Ep_uY5DY/s200/100_7062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddie decorating the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb-pQNEcEmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_kUedxlO9-I/s1600-h/100_7059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314152181171753570" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb-pQNEcEmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_kUedxlO9-I/s200/100_7059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing off her artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb-pQdDbOfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7lFKu6Ed9mg/s1600-h/100_7060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314152185462471154" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb-pQdDbOfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7lFKu6Ed9mg/s200/100_7060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonas undecorating the front door. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb-pRAtB-7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/-PEAVQl5LUQ/s1600-h/100_7061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314152195032218546" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb-pRAtB-7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/-PEAVQl5LUQ/s200/100_7061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie with her lucky pot of gold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddie also was excited to go to school today sporting her green and looking forward to some yummy green surprise snacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on with my story: Whenever St. Patrick's Day rolls around, I always think of this one specfic year. I think it was 1995, I was 15 and attending seminary at 6 o'clock in the morning. So it was of course March 17th and on that day my friend invited me to go back to his house for breakfast. So after seminary we headed back to his house where his mother, Tammy made green eggs and green pancakes for us and the rest of the kids &amp;amp; their Dad. We also had green Kool-Aid to drink. I wasn't from a family that really celebrated anything but birthdays and halloween, thanksgiving and christmas, oh and easter. But I guess that they had more of a reason to celebrate this day, they, the parents, were both from Irish backgrounds. Well I just thought that it was so neat so Tammy invited me back for dinner that night. So after school and homework, Grant, my friend, came and picked me up on his four wheeler and we went wheelin for a little while and then to dinner. I was so surprised when I walked in the door. Green candles lit everywhere with green glittery garland and green place mats and napkins. I mean it was green everywhere. And of course it didn't stop there. For dinner, we had cornbeef with green mashed potatoes, cooked cabbage, green rolls and pictacio ice cream for dessert. It was amazing all that she did just to have a real cool and different day. I know that she has no idea that I thought that it was so neat and that I still remember it even 14 years or so later. I loved that woman and that whole family. So just for them Happy St. Patrick's Day, Layton Family!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-4134716221141858918?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4134716221141858918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=4134716221141858918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4134716221141858918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/4134716221141858918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='HAPPY ST. PATTY&apos;S DAY !!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb-plWsGhGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ZCumVgKR8ek/s72-c/100_7058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-2480937453352823603</id><published>2009-03-16T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:16:23.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas' Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BEWARE...this blog contains tons of pictures of cute babies!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Wednesday, March 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was Jonas' 1st Birthday. It was a BEAUTIFUL day!! 80 degrees and sunny with a light breeze. You couldn't ask for a more perfect day. Well Jason was on-call that day at the hospital so that meant he was pretty much gone from 7am until 10pm, and he was, so that was a total bummer. But this is what our day consisted of: Breakfast then baths (see pictures below) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb--kyb4_QI/AAAAAAAAAhM/oecS61FXVE0/s1600-h/100_6937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314175624543796482" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb--kyb4_QI/AAAAAAAAAhM/oecS61FXVE0/s200/100_6937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb--lbNGq5I/AAAAAAAAAhU/wMQ5zW5Atoc/s1600-h/100_6943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314175635487632274" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb--lbNGq5I/AAAAAAAAAhU/wMQ5zW5Atoc/s200/100_6943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb--l2Q1GLI/AAAAAAAAAhc/5qKzlS_0bSw/s1600-h/100_6958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314175642751015090" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb--l2Q1GLI/AAAAAAAAAhc/5qKzlS_0bSw/s200/100_6958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we played inside for a little bit. Here are pictures of Jonas playing in his push car that he LOVES!! He loves it so much that we have it in the house so he can play with it anytime, rainy or cold.( picture # 1: a cutie, #2 crazy driver, #3 sound effects along with spit bubbles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb--mA9bFJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/RkjwXxRmcdA/s1600-h/100_6964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314175645622408338" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb--mA9bFJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/RkjwXxRmcdA/s200/100_6964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb--m9rcGoI/AAAAAAAAAhs/rNP6m1lXeXQ/s1600-h/100_6966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314175661921540738" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb--m9rcGoI/AAAAAAAAAhs/rNP6m1lXeXQ/s200/100_6966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_ARdTczAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/d3ZCjjHp_lc/s1600-h/100_6972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314177491476990978" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_ARdTczAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/d3ZCjjHp_lc/s200/100_6972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a little play it was time for our little birthday boy to take a nap. Then after his nap we headed to the hospital to have lunch with Daddy. Here is Jonas in his BIG BOY car seat. I love that now I can turn around and see his sweet little face. And boy was he checking everything out, and was pointing at everything and saying, "what's that? what's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_ASyAJ50I/AAAAAAAAAiU/9WnYSF0Fuss/s1600-h/100_6986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314177514213074754" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_ASyAJ50I/AAAAAAAAAiU/9WnYSF0Fuss/s200/100_6986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_AR_EoFUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/K5HQKWPh8cE/s1600-h/100_6993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314177500541621570" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_AR_EoFUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/K5HQKWPh8cE/s200/100_6993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_ASRZMjEI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1vmGqHJ01dk/s1600-h/100_6990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314177505459735618" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_ASRZMjEI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1vmGqHJ01dk/s200/100_6990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we ate lunch with Daddy and we sang "Happy Birthday" to Jonas and had some cupcakes. I shared a little with Jonas but not to much b/c I wanted to save it for his party. But here is a picture of the kids and Jason at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_ARkGZ2AI/AAAAAAAAAh8/j8YAg2bgMzE/s1600-h/100_6978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314177493301319682" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_ARkGZ2AI/AAAAAAAAAh8/j8YAg2bgMzE/s200/100_6978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we left the hospital, we headed to the park but Maddie fell asleep in the car so we drove back home for naps and once naps were over then we went to the park. When you see these pictures of Jonas in the swing then you'll know why we asked for a swing for his birthday...nothing but smiles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJf9G7RQOI/AAAAAAAAAns/c9T0Mi_n4as/s1600-h/100_7009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314916013686472930" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJf9G7RQOI/AAAAAAAAAns/c9T0Mi_n4as/s200/100_7009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJVbkgL4AI/AAAAAAAAAm8/p-W5WGltKDI/s1600-h/100_7008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314904442394107906" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJVbkgL4AI/AAAAAAAAAm8/p-W5WGltKDI/s200/100_7008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJVb7UEW8I/AAAAAAAAAnE/msCurWVUDN4/s1600-h/100_6997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314904448517299138" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJVb7UEW8I/AAAAAAAAAnE/msCurWVUDN4/s200/100_6997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little boy loves to swing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally love the first and second picture here, he just looks so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJc9TwnApI/AAAAAAAAAnU/3qYQng5kXHk/s1600-h/100_6995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314912718596539026" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJc9TwnApI/AAAAAAAAAnU/3qYQng5kXHk/s200/100_6995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJVcrwZhtI/AAAAAAAAAnM/4AjzCE8YDoM/s1600-h/100_6996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314904461521028818" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJVcrwZhtI/AAAAAAAAAnM/4AjzCE8YDoM/s200/100_6996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out that hair blowing in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJUeZp26FI/AAAAAAAAAmU/CPyCa-dG3LM/s1600-h/100_7019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314903391509866578" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJUeZp26FI/AAAAAAAAAmU/CPyCa-dG3LM/s200/100_7019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJVZye6bqI/AAAAAAAAAms/yZZIMnpY14w/s1600-h/100_7014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314904411787128482" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJVZye6bqI/AAAAAAAAAms/yZZIMnpY14w/s200/100_7014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_D6oNZLzI/AAAAAAAAAi8/gQOWfGGkkrM/s1600-h/100_7027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314181497313898290" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_D6oNZLzI/AAAAAAAAAi8/gQOWfGGkkrM/s200/100_7027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last picture is him trying to get away from me, which he did very quickly I might add. That little booger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJUdTuRpLI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Ap7u3ehDbno/s1600-h/100_7024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314903372737914034" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJUdTuRpLI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Ap7u3ehDbno/s200/100_7024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_D6cZmTwI/AAAAAAAAAi0/gD8LhsKUoyk/s1600-h/100_7037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314181494143864578" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_D6cZmTwI/AAAAAAAAAi0/gD8LhsKUoyk/s200/100_7037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddie loving the swings too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJUeyGWTxI/AAAAAAAAAmc/aeX2hUNVMBA/s1600-h/100_7017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314903398071815954" style="width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJUeyGWTxI/AAAAAAAAAmc/aeX2hUNVMBA/s200/100_7017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJUeUO9CqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/orZSj70OFXQ/s1600-h/100_7020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314903390054845090" style="width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJUeUO9CqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/orZSj70OFXQ/s200/100_7020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_D6MfIT6I/AAAAAAAAAis/hWUdTd3F-Sc/s1600-h/100_7031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314181489872097186" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb_D6MfIT6I/AAAAAAAAAis/hWUdTd3F-Sc/s200/100_7031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my favorites of the kids. The one of them on the slides is of course totally sweet. I just love my two babies so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after the park, we headed home and I grilled some kabobs and so here are two pictures of the end of our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJc-ELgWAI/AAAAAAAAAnk/jERY3-UFk2U/s1600-h/100_7046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314912731594250242" style="width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJc-ELgWAI/AAAAAAAAAnk/jERY3-UFk2U/s200/100_7046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas playing with one of his favorite toys, a simple beach ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJc9jDg3sI/AAAAAAAAAnc/fIt85i0udI8/s1600-h/100_7043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314912722702360258" style="width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ScJc9jDg3sI/AAAAAAAAAnc/fIt85i0udI8/s200/100_7043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas playing with Maddie's roller coaster. He just loves to be outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was pretty much the day, nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;extravagant&lt;/span&gt; but it was a good day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; a good day to turn ONE!!! Happy Birthday, Baby Boy!!! I love you!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-2480937453352823603?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2480937453352823603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=2480937453352823603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2480937453352823603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2480937453352823603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/03/jonas-big-day.html' title='Jonas&apos; Big Day'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sb--kyb4_QI/AAAAAAAAAhM/oecS61FXVE0/s72-c/100_6937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-6995197396101333327</id><published>2009-03-04T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:22:32.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk does a body...Cute!!</title><content type='html'>I thought this picture of Jonas was cute b/c of the dribble of milk on his chin.&lt;br /&gt;I took the second one b/c he was being such a good boy playing with his toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sa7dwWglxqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/aBfPWtAbRGQ/s1600-h/100_6724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309424833462126242" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sa7dwWglxqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/aBfPWtAbRGQ/s200/100_6724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sa7dwmgvNYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YiaHHqBu_94/s1600-h/100_6720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309424837757711746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sa7dwmgvNYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YiaHHqBu_94/s200/100_6720.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/2803495258445247193-6995197396101333327?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6995197396101333327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=6995197396101333327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6995197396101333327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6995197396101333327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/03/milk-does-bodycute.html' title='Milk does a body...Cute!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/Sa7dwWglxqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/aBfPWtAbRGQ/s72-c/100_6724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-2833226860879905639</id><published>2009-02-25T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:39:21.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny things from my 2 yr old (PART 2)</title><content type='html'>Today's funny was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finishing up with lunch. Maddie had already finished and she was playing in her room. I didn't hear anything for a while so I called out for her but she didn't answer so I called again then I heard her. I asked her what she was doing and again nothing. So then I asked her, "Madison are you making a mess?" This time she does answer me and she said YES. I was trying to hurry and finish feeding Jonas but I also asked her what she was making a mess with and then I heard what no mother wants to hear...the word POOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "Your making a mess with your poop?" And by this time I walking down the hall and then I go into the bathroom just to find that she meant she had left some poop streaks in the toilet. PHEW!!! Thank goodness that's all she meant. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry to anyone who was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disgusted&lt;/span&gt; by this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-2833226860879905639?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2833226860879905639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=2833226860879905639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2833226860879905639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2833226860879905639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-things-from-my-2-yr-old-part-2.html' title='Funny things from my 2 yr old (PART 2)'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-1600796849051051393</id><published>2009-02-25T15:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:28:13.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Bundts with Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWn8h4xpEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pllaExv1GvM/s1600-h/100_6711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306832394256491586" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWn8h4xpEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pllaExv1GvM/s200/100_6711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWn8xwDs6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/UA61ftb83L8/s1600-h/100_6713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306832398514893730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWn8xwDs6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/UA61ftb83L8/s200/100_6713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWn9NaUwKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ObYUnFLnw-A/s1600-h/100_6716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306832405939929250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWn9NaUwKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ObYUnFLnw-A/s200/100_6716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is to choose the right pan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is to push it around the floor to see how durable it is and also to see what kind of noise it makes while doing so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is to inspect it and see how much droll it will hold . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THEN BEGIN BAKING!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2803495258445247193-1600796849051051393?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/1600796849051051393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=1600796849051051393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/1600796849051051393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/1600796849051051393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/02/baking-bundts-with-baby.html' title='Baking Bundts with Baby'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWn8h4xpEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pllaExv1GvM/s72-c/100_6711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-5154106833502977430</id><published>2009-02-25T13:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:13:39.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More random picture of my cute babies!!!</title><content type='html'>So the kids were playing together in Jonas' room, I thought nothing of it b/c they do it all the time but then a little voice yells out to me and says, "Mommy I'm stuck" so I run in to see what she meant and this is what I find. I think she's having an identity crisis. As you can see she has his paci in her mouth and a bib, his socks on her feet and his socks on her hands. The socks on her hands are mittens she said b/c we used to put socks on Jonas' hands when he was little so he wouldn't scratch himself. All I can say to this is, WHAT A SILLY BILLY CRACKER JACK!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also like the fact that Jonas is in the first picture looking up at her like, Ummmm what are you doing in my bed??? And in the second picture, though she is being a stinker and I know that she is my little girl, but aren't her eyes just so heart melting? *kiss kiss*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWTivvIYsI/AAAAAAAAAd4/I_rC4AG2Z5U/s1600-h/100_6623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306809961064981186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWTivvIYsI/AAAAAAAAAd4/I_rC4AG2Z5U/s320/100_6623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWTi71S-eI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1LJmskXzf0U/s1600-h/100_6626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306809964312066530" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWTi71S-eI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1LJmskXzf0U/s320/100_6626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know by now you ALL know, but Maddie loves to play dress up so here is another picture of her all dressed up like Aurora(Sleeping Beauty). But this is one of my favorites b/c I love the way she posed for the camera. (the foot pose) Oh and it's funny b/c her crown is on backwards but who cares she's still a princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWTieXUvcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/PVFr9Ymnnlc/s1600-h/100_6621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306809956401724866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWTieXUvcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/PVFr9Ymnnlc/s320/100_6621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures of Jonas playing with Maddie's Valentines balloon and his little hammer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWZTBu6z2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/9W-TJ-PjpWM/s1600-h/100_6662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306816288087789410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWZTBu6z2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/9W-TJ-PjpWM/s320/100_6662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWZS9D2RZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9OlPnVdfNJk/s1600-h/100_6659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306816286833395090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWZS9D2RZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9OlPnVdfNJk/s320/100_6659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I'm trying to get him to walk to me but of course he won't. Little CHICKEN BUTT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWZShm8NdI/AAAAAAAAAeY/kxn3CnHpABg/s1600-h/100_6655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306816279464392146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWZShm8NdI/AAAAAAAAAeY/kxn3CnHpABg/s320/100_6655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's not really pointing in this picture but he does point at everything and mumbles something that sounds like "what's that?" It's cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWZSZPZk8I/AAAAAAAAAeI/AzoXZXuI0Mk/s1600-h/100_6630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306816277218169794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWZSZPZk8I/AAAAAAAAAeI/AzoXZXuI0Mk/s320/100_6630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWZS9D2RZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9OlPnVdfNJk/s1600-h/100_6659.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few pics of the kids from this past Sunday. They are having fun playing with these new baskets that we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wouldn't smile for anything in these pictures but at least I got some kind of reaction in the second picture, though it wasn't the reaction I wanted. (Her famous silly face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWdJqBHEyI/AAAAAAAAAew/4JGp3YGiONI/s1600-h/100_6677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306820525149328162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWdJqBHEyI/AAAAAAAAAew/4JGp3YGiONI/s320/100_6677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWdLq5DUZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2fU5ogZmhCI/s1600-h/100_6685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306820559743701394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWdLq5DUZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2fU5ogZmhCI/s320/100_6685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not have gotten any good ones of Maddie but I did luck up and get at least 3 good ones of Jonas. These two here I liked and the other pic I posted in the blog about Jonas turning one so make sure to see that picture on that blog. In the first picture I actually did get him to stand for me but nuh-huh, no walking. And see there in the second picture! That's the smile that makes me melt. I love love love that picture!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWdNSi6U3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/1zCCIzKORLg/s1600-h/100_6686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306820587568124786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWdNSi6U3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/1zCCIzKORLg/s320/100_6686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWdK2jVp_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/C4DNlfb5Qgs/s1600-h/100_6681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306820545693984754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWdK2jVp_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/C4DNlfb5Qgs/s320/100_6681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't have too many of these but here is one (crappy one) of me and the kids. Maddie likes it when I carry/hold them both and she always says " Mommy has TWO BABIES" so here I am with my TWO BABIES!!! My two precious babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWdOhPwwLI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/DNWroRseU3M/s1600-h/100_6698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306820608694206642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWdOhPwwLI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/DNWroRseU3M/s320/100_6698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just some random shots of Maddie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She doesn't smile much for the camera so I just take, take take, hoping to get a good one. The first one wasn't so bad then I caught her in the second one doing raspberries and then of course another goofy picture of Maddie in the last one. But I did show her this one after I took it and she laughed and laughed, a good belly laugh. She is so silly!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWeq54oPSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/8LEYQq4C4ho/s1600-h/100_6702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306822195856031010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWeq54oPSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/8LEYQq4C4ho/s200/100_6702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWeqjbdDWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/BUiXfzx4xng/s1600-h/100_6700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306822189828083042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWeqjbdDWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/BUiXfzx4xng/s200/100_6700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWerIlrfcI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RYAOR89dyQY/s1600-h/100_6703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306822199803084226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWerIlrfcI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RYAOR89dyQY/s200/100_6703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-5154106833502977430?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5154106833502977430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=5154106833502977430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5154106833502977430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5154106833502977430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-random-picture-of-my-cute-babies.html' title='More random picture of my cute babies!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaWTivvIYsI/AAAAAAAAAd4/I_rC4AG2Z5U/s72-c/100_6623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-2602864287250701003</id><published>2009-02-25T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:13:22.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Time with Joey and Bug!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some pics of the kids playing around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Maddie teaching Jonas how to make this toy work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaVLzOVyczI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VSLZPJbl0MY/s1600-h/100_6664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306731079320892210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaVLzOVyczI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VSLZPJbl0MY/s320/100_6664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids playing together in Jonas' room. Or maybe they are fighting b/c this is actually Jonas' bike that Maddie is riding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaVLyyqu6yI/AAAAAAAAAdY/APMFjsnmDDw/s1600-h/100_6628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306731071892548386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaVLyyqu6yI/AAAAAAAAAdY/APMFjsnmDDw/s320/100_6628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jonas and Maddie dancing with each other. How cute!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306731066870848978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaVLyf9d3dI/AAAAAAAAAdI/2vFcm4Qoreg/s320/100_6675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids have found a new hiding place. How funny is that!! A prime example of "Monkey See, Monkey Do" LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306731081392584898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaVLzWDt-MI/AAAAAAAAAdo/mLodjJ6UaN8/s320/100_6704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-2602864287250701003?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2602864287250701003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=2602864287250701003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2602864287250701003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/2602864287250701003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/02/play-time-with-joey-and-bug.html' title='Play Time with Joey and Bug!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaVLzOVyczI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VSLZPJbl0MY/s72-c/100_6664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-3293743943022960615</id><published>2009-02-24T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:19:34.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddie is a Big Kid Now</title><content type='html'>In Madison's words, "I a big gull (girl)now, I go to skool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so she is. She's a whole whopping 2 1/2 these days. But boy does she think she's 16. Does that mean we are in trouble when she IS 16? Ohhhh I don't want to think about that, it gives me bad chills. LOL Well she is a big girl now and she is in pre-school. She goes Tues and Thurs from 9-12. She really likes it. And do you know how I know? Well b/c on Sundays she usually asks for me to stay 2 mins and she hasn't asked for that yet. She just goes in and starts playing. And when I go to pick her up, she isn't ready to leave. (it's kind of embarrassing too) But I'm glad that she enjoys it. It's great for all of us. Well I took a few pics of her on her first day of school and then this morning I took a few of her in her classroom. So here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison's ready for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306406872775280226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaQk7612RmI/AAAAAAAAAao/tYHAQGAtk5I/s320/100_6647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One with a smile!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306406869559990658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaQk7u3Q2YI/AAAAAAAAAag/D5OzhnMq380/s320/100_6646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what she did after her first day of school while I fixed her lunch. BTW this never happens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306406875549990770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaQk8FLY_3I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gb5bv4XerKU/s320/100_6638.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The dogs took advanage of this rare situation too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306406875091823858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaQk8DeJ7PI/AAAAAAAAAaw/74FlreUL9Sc/s320/100_6633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reenergized Madison after her nap. This is also one of her new favorite things to do...COLOR!!!! She's learned how to stay in the lines too, well almost. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306568064214273826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaS3ifvsjyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/q8xT11mL15c/s320/100_6651.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is being her normal CRAZZZY self.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306475847778972530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaRjqywOM3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LaZcytRM22Q/s320/100_6652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306475846646182498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaRjquiJMmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SqFLt2po5LA/s320/100_6653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hard at work on her Beauty and the Beast picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture of my silly girl (with my lil boy playing in the background.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306475861632257458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaRjrmXGjbI/AAAAAAAAAbY/yQJ-VPqOjW0/s320/100_6666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures of her at school today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing that she wanted to do was to show me that this baby talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306564879781506050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaS0pIzwrAI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Ftv3yHXMzo0/s320/100_6726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here she is playing with a little doll house that she likes.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306475866685171810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaRjr5Lz6GI/AAAAAAAAAbg/0zy1-mZT-lY/s320/100_6729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here she is sitting by her friend getting ready for craft time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306566499504588866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaS2Hav1iEI/AAAAAAAAAco/ukkW34eE_pI/s320/100_6730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last picture as I"m saying good-bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306566500198952130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaS2HdVYrMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/cS68LLE2mh4/s320/100_6732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-3293743943022960615?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3293743943022960615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=3293743943022960615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3293743943022960615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3293743943022960615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/02/maddie-is-big-kid-now.html' title='Maddie is a Big Kid Now'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaQk7612RmI/AAAAAAAAAao/tYHAQGAtk5I/s72-c/100_6647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-8730650623390554021</id><published>2009-02-24T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:11:45.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time has flown by</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's only 2 weeks until Jonas turns ONE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306722856498413730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaVEUl8IwKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/42etcGV5RvA/s320/100_6676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't believe that it's even time to post something like this but it is. It seems as if it should only be 6 months that has past but it's been almost a whole year. What a wonderful little boy I have. He is sooo sweet. He loves to give hugs and it just makes me melt. He is smiley and flirty. He loves to be cuddled but he's also good at just hanging out in his room and playing with his toys (or Maddie's room). I know that all mothers feel this way but can't put into words of just how much I love my baby boy. I don't even want to think about what it will be like to send my little boy (no matter how big) off to school or mission or heaven forbid, MARRIAGE!! LOL It will break my heart. I know it may sound like I love him more than Madison but it's just different. There's just something about my little boy. I suppose that it's what Jason feels about his little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know I never thought that it would be like this. I was totally not happy to find out that I was pregnant a month after Madison had turned 1. I felt like I just had a baby, just like I feel now with Jonas, how it doesn't feel like a year. I mean she was still just a baby and there I was getting ready to do this all over again. BUT boy am I glad now!!! I can't believe that I wasn't happy about this little person coming into our family. I can't and don't want to think about what life would be like without him. Sometimes I look at him and think about those times and feel so evil for ever thinking that way. Though things weren't all hunky-dorie at first. It was hard trying to comfort a colicky baby that just wouldn't stop crying. And I just want to give a shout out to Jason's parents and mine too b/c we were both colicky and so I just want to say THANK YOU for NOT KILLING US!! LOL No but seriously, it's rough!! But we made through those times and now here we are with the first milestone of birthdays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I guess I'll end by saying, Jonas, Mommy loves you with all her heart!! You are a very special little boy. I'm glad you are mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'll dedicate this to all the mothers out there who just aren't ready for there little ones to grow up, however old they may be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-8730650623390554021?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/8730650623390554021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=8730650623390554021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8730650623390554021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8730650623390554021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-has-flown-by.html' title='Time has flown by'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SaVEUl8IwKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/42etcGV5RvA/s72-c/100_6676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-8471582782732825619</id><published>2009-02-24T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:12:09.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny things from my 2 yr old</title><content type='html'>This is what she said after I asked her why she was naked.&lt;br /&gt;"Cus I have to dance in my nakey!" And she did. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison you need to calm down, you are acting crazy.&lt;br /&gt;"That's not fun, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy wake up, it's 16 o'clock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was said after I told her that she was being mean and ugly to Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy I not ugly, I beautiful like a princess. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a mom, though at times I get frustrated but these are the things that bring laughter in your life, don't you agree? I love my little girl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-8471582782732825619?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/8471582782732825619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=8471582782732825619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8471582782732825619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8471582782732825619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-things-from-my-2-yr-old.html' title='Funny things from my 2 yr old'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-6561806231621973847</id><published>2009-02-06T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:04:17.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!!  Does anyone have...?</title><content type='html'>I'm looking for a Mickey Mouse cake pan. If anyone has one or knows where I can find one please let me know. I have looked at the Michael's here and called the one in Fayetteville but they don't carry it. I've looked on ebay but they are pricey and for just one cake I don't want to spend that much so if anyone could help me out I'd appreciate it. I just might have to wing it myself, but at least I think that Mickey wouldn't be too hard.  &lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M-I-C-K-E-Y     M-O-U-S-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-6561806231621973847?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6561806231621973847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=6561806231621973847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6561806231621973847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6561806231621973847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/02/help-does-anyone-have.html' title='Help!!!  Does anyone have...?'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-6468260861689246347</id><published>2009-02-02T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:58:17.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the blog again, just can't wait to get on the blog again</title><content type='html'>Well there's been lots going on around here, too much to catch you up on but I'll see what I can remember at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Jonas is almost 11 months and though he doesn't say any words yet, he does recognize some. Of course he knows what MILK is, it's his favorite word of all but he also knows Ball, dog, book, up, nose, Sissy(which is Maddie), snacks, cup, DaDa and that's all that I can think of right now. He learning to stand on his own but still isn't so confident in doing so. Oh I remembered another word that he knows...Mickey Mouse. He likes to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse in the mornings with Maddie and he has a Mickey doll and loves it. So if you ask where's Mickey he'll look around for it. And he's just learning to point at things, like if you have a book with a picture of a dog and ask him where the dog is, he'll point to the doggie now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonas also has something new...3 MORE Teeth!! He has 2 more on top and one on the bottom and the other tooth on the bottom is working it's way in. You know I have heard some people say how they love little babies teethy smile but I never really thought it was cute. Like with Maddie I didn't think it was cute with all the gaps everywhere but now I see it's cuteness with Jonas. Maybe it's just cuter for a little boy to give you a gapped toothy smile than for a little girl, either way, Jonas is cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my last blog which was about Jonas' dr appt, I had mentioned that Jonas has to wear an eye patch for 30 mins a day and maybe just b/c I'm his mom but I have never seen such a cute kid with an eye patch and so that you can see here are some pics of him with it on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sorry this picture is a little blurry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298397234181172450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SYewNl5H7OI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qCf8bxO3VOo/s320/100_6241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddie says that Jonas is a pirate b/c he wears a patch so here is Maddie pretending to be one too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298397234837883474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SYewNoVsilI/AAAAAAAAAZw/4x7GimOVnQE/s320/100_6242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's see what else... Hmmmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well Maddie is the same funny, crazy, full of energy little girl as usual. She is learning new words and it's funny to hear how she uses them. She has learned to ride her tricycle which is fun. Her favorite things to play with are 2 of her gifts that Santa brought her and that is her princess dress up things and her castle. All day she gets her little princess dolls and plays with them and her castle. Her is a picture of her play with them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298411466819219346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SYe9KCmdr5I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/NxGWLwuF7WQ/s320/100_6414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a lot of you know, Maddie LOVES books. Well one day Maddie was in her room and she was being very quite and usually this isn't a good sign if you know what I mean. So I went to check on her and this is what I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298412912340582034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SYe-eLlnPpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/yI3KKmLGkX8/s320/100_6401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298412922785563298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SYe-eyf5AqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/aq0RtGyC0U8/s320/100_6404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Maddie and her bud, Boomer, just hanging out together and reading books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then quickly Maddie bounced back to the silly willy little girl that she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298412932522655346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SYe-fWxZPnI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/EMR7jAxj6yo/s320/100_6411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well it is nearly 11pm so I'm going hit the hay so that I'm not a grumpy and mean mommy tomorrow to my 2 darling kids but there'll be more blogging tomorrow with pics from christmas and the snow days and whatever else I find to talk about. So see ya tomorrow Folks!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nighty-night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-6468260861689246347?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6468260861689246347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=6468260861689246347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6468260861689246347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6468260861689246347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-blog-again-just-cant-wait-to-get-on.html' title='On the blog again, just can&apos;t wait to get on the blog again'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SYewNl5H7OI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qCf8bxO3VOo/s72-c/100_6241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-3211166779549307869</id><published>2009-02-02T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:36:59.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Under Construction</title><content type='html'>Hello Family and Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yes indeed it has been a while since my last blog but just to inform you, More Blogging coming soon.   (hopefully later today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-3211166779549307869?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3211166779549307869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=3211166779549307869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3211166779549307869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3211166779549307869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-under-construction.html' title='Blog Under Construction'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-5978419763394313982</id><published>2008-12-16T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:59:33.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas' Dr Appt</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Jonas' Appt at Duke Eye Center for his ptosis problem. We got up a little earlier than usual and got the kids ready and headed over to a friends house to drop Maddie off. She got to play with her friend, Brody from Nursery. We dropped her off around 745am and then headed to Durham. It was about an hour and 45 min drive. Our appt was at 10. Surprisingly, we got there and we were called back into the room within like 5-10 mins. The doctor checked a few things, asked some questions, and then dilated him and we were back into the waiting room in like 10, maybe 15 mins. We had to wait like 20 mins for his eyes to fully dilate but we were called back again right away. While she was checking him, she discusses with us her findings which were that she believes that his "lid lag" is improving and it isn't harming anything so surgery at this time isn't even a question. During this check, she notices that when he looks up his right eye pulls out to the side, called a slight strabismus. Because of this and it being so minor, she would like for us to patch his eye only 30 mins a day. We will need to go back in April for her to check up on the progress of this but other than that, that was it. Jonas did really well, as usual he was happy and smiling at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;So we came back home and picked Maddie up. She had a lot of fun at Brody's house. He has a swing set and she got to go outside and play on that since it was such a nice warm day(70 degrees). And she must have played hard b/c she fell asleep on the way home and it's only like 10 mins away.&lt;br /&gt;So the morning went well but our afternoon and the whole rest of the day and night wasn't anything like that. We still have NOOOOO idea what was wrong but Jonas cried the whole time and I'm not exaggerating, it was the WHOLE day. He was tired so we'd try to put him to sleep but he was just so...IDK not happy that he couldn't sleep especially if you'd try to lay him down in his bed, maybe like a 15-20 mins nap. We'd feed him and he'd eat a little but then he just start pushing it out of his mouth and cry. He just cried and cried and cried. We didn't know what was wrong or what to do. So then bed time came but by this time Jason and I wanted to SHOOT OURSELVES!!! But we got him ready for bed and he did good. He fell asleep very fast and then he was fine when I laid him down, this was at 8pm. He started whining at like 845 and then again and then again. In a 3 hour time period, he woke up 4 times. Some of those times he only cried for a bit and went back to sleep on his own. But at 11pm, there was no soothing himself back to sleep, he just kept crying. Finally, Jason took him into our bed and laid Jonas on top of his chest and they went to sleep. Then when I came to bed, Jason said that he couldn't sleep like that anymore, it was uncomfortable, so I tried to take him and of course...HE WOKE UP!!! You seriously didn't even want to breath b/c you were scared that it would wake him up. I couldn't get him back to sleep so Jason took him again and got him back to sleep but eventually I took him and he slept in my arms all night. But I'm not so sure just how much sleep Jason and I got. We are like ZOMBIES this morning. I think I just might fall over. Luckily, when he woke up this morning he was better. He was happy and talking to me while I was trying to act like I was asleep. But just knowing that he is happy again, gives me the strength to get up and go about my day. I'm just glad that he is my good little boy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-5978419763394313982?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5978419763394313982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=5978419763394313982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5978419763394313982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/5978419763394313982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2008/12/jonas-dr-appt.html' title='Jonas&apos; Dr Appt'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-8535782569985117362</id><published>2008-12-12T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:08:43.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to my ears!!!</title><content type='html'>Yep, Jonas finally says Ma-Ma and Da-Da. Of course he says Da-Da more. He even plays games with me. I tell him to say Ma-Ma and he just looks at me and grins and says "Da-Da",  that little Stinker.  But at least he is finally saying something.  Maddie was talking at 6 months so we've been wondering when Jonas would start saying something besides "hmm" and "ahhh".  But I guess when you have a big sister that talks for the both of you, it isn't really a priority.  Either way, hearing him say "Ma-Ma" (actually like mumm-mumm) and even Da-Da really is music to my ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-8535782569985117362?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/8535782569985117362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=8535782569985117362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8535782569985117362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/8535782569985117362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-to-my-ears.html' title='Music to my ears!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-6043621952436947000</id><published>2008-12-11T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:39:15.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; 9 MONTHS ALREADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't believe that my little baby boy is 9 months today. Happy 9 month Birthday, Jonas!!!! He is such a sweet little boy. He gives the best hugs. And when he smiles at you, your heart just turns to mush. I can't imagine not having him in our family. I'm so thankful that our Heavenly Father blessed us with him, even though at one time I thought "But I'm not ready for another one yet." I guess someone else knows best. Well just 3 more months and we'll be celebrating another 1st birthday though it seems not so long ago that it was Maddie's. Where has the time gone? I'm not ready for Jonas to grow up. I'm not ready for another toddler zooming into trouble twos. Maybe Jonas will give me a break, but either way, HE IS MY LITTLE BOY. I wouldn't love him any more or any less, he has already stolen my heart. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, Joey!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278896447830510258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SUJoWbsCSrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XAajU3MPEF8/s320/100_6140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-6043621952436947000?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6043621952436947000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=6043621952436947000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6043621952436947000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6043621952436947000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone???'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SUJoWbsCSrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XAajU3MPEF8/s72-c/100_6140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-6539813962568889733</id><published>2008-12-11T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:29:15.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gooble, Gooble, Gooble!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's a little late now but I wanted to post some pictures of the pumpkin I carved for Thanksgiving. I thought it was pretty cute and I had never carved a pumpkin for Thanksgiving. When we bought our pumpkins before Halloween, we bought 4, one for each of us but we only ended up carving two for the kids and left 2 for decor. But as we were packing up all the halloween stuff, I saw a picture of a turkey in one of those books so I thought I'd give it a try. So here are some pictures of the kids and the pumpkin.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SUEjOeIZleI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gO536zYmuJI/s1600-h/100_6164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278538969768367586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SUEjOeIZleI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gO536zYmuJI/s320/100_6164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SUEjOixlUNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jnf4fqEK_3s/s1600-h/100_6149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278538971014844626" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SUEjOixlUNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jnf4fqEK_3s/s320/100_6149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-6539813962568889733?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6539813962568889733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=6539813962568889733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6539813962568889733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6539813962568889733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2008/12/gooble-gooble-gooble.html' title='Gooble, Gooble, Gooble!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SUEjOeIZleI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gO536zYmuJI/s72-c/100_6164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-6149819192447560299</id><published>2008-12-09T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:38:40.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm down with the Faux Hawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, Jason was getting ready for school and when he went to style his hair, he felt like doing something a little wild and well...different. He walks out of the bathroom and says, "I'm wearing my hair like this to school today." Well I laughed at first but then after I looked at it, I really liked it. It was different and pretty hot in my opinion. So here's Jason's faux hawk...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277923271957534034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7zQJDL1VI/AAAAAAAAAZE/s9dpF84tt6U/s320/100_6239.JPG" border="0" /&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/2803495258445247193-6149819192447560299?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6149819192447560299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=6149819192447560299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6149819192447560299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6149819192447560299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-down-with-faux-hawk.html' title='I&apos;m down with the Faux Hawk'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7zQJDL1VI/AAAAAAAAAZE/s9dpF84tt6U/s72-c/100_6239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-9118198557230491525</id><published>2008-12-09T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:16:15.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Not me, Silly. Jonas!!! I hope that's what he was wanting b/c that's what he got. He now has his two front teeth plus the bottom two that he has had. He's so cute with his little choppers. I do love toothless, gummy baby smiles but gappy baby smiles are cute too, esp when their your babies. He has been missing out of some foods that at this age Madison had been eating b/c she had already sprouted those teeth. So now he'll get to experience some new foods. I got a picture of Joey giggling at Maddie today while he was eating. So sorry he's little messy, but it's a cute picture and you can see his little teefies shining. Isn't he cute?? Check it out!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7fjG6hWfI/AAAAAAAAAYs/a_B1h-cShhg/s1600-h/100_6183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277901607569283570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7fjG6hWfI/AAAAAAAAAYs/a_B1h-cShhg/s320/100_6183.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/2803495258445247193-9118198557230491525?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/9118198557230491525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=9118198557230491525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/9118198557230491525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/9118198557230491525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-my-two.html' title='All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth!!!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7fjG6hWfI/AAAAAAAAAYs/a_B1h-cShhg/s72-c/100_6183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-3398804783087980565</id><published>2008-12-09T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:06:28.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says you can't...??</title><content type='html'>So my two year old doesn't quite understand that you can't wear swimsuits in the WINTER. I told her, "Sweetie, you can't wear your swimsuit, it's to cold to go swimming." And she looks at me and says, "but I'm pretending to go swimming. it's not to cold to pretend." So who says you can't pretend?? I'd love to pretend it's 90 degrees outside and I'm sitting in the sun, sipping on a strawberry banana smoothie maybe even getting a nice back massage. See, who says you can't pretend?? So now here are some pictures of Maddie "pretending" in her swim suit.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7avaX85_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Xt7PZK2zc1U/s1600-h/100_6192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277896321393289202" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7avaX85_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Xt7PZK2zc1U/s320/100_6192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Maddie putting on my shoes.  I really hope that this isn't anything to worry about.  You know, swimsuit and high heels. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7auZ9OvqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/FseAljbbUt8/s1600-h/100_6185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277896304101342882" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7auZ9OvqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/FseAljbbUt8/s320/100_6185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie shaking her booty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7atleFs1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/qNtePKHkxmM/s1600-h/100_6187.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7avPR0kBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Fj-Z8JCWAcI/s1600-h/100_6191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277896318414786578" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7avPR0kBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Fj-Z8JCWAcI/s320/100_6191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still dancing but this time twirling around in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7auD8UaJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uzaATvkrrcw/s1600-h/100_6189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277896298191939730" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7auD8UaJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uzaATvkrrcw/s320/100_6189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this one, she's pretending to surf.  See her surf board?  What an imagination!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7atleFs1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/qNtePKHkxmM/s1600-h/100_6187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277896290012083026" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7atleFs1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/qNtePKHkxmM/s320/100_6187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another that I'm worried about!  Shopping in a swimsuit.  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-3398804783087980565?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3398804783087980565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=3398804783087980565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3398804783087980565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/3398804783087980565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-says-you-cant.html' title='Who says you can&apos;t...??'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/ST7avaX85_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Xt7PZK2zc1U/s72-c/100_6192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-6245175029599899612</id><published>2008-12-04T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:37:03.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Shave November</title><content type='html'>Well I thought I'd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;post a&lt;/span&gt; few of these b/c I know Jason is proud.  Jason and some of his buddies declared November as NO SHAVE NOVEMBER!!  So here is the first day and the last day of his "No shave November" and there are a few of pics of some things he was doing to be funny as he was shaving the beard off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKgQ4aElI/AAAAAAAAAX8/amqpgTH8kkk/s1600-h/100_5794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276048881612362322" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKgQ4aElI/AAAAAAAAAX8/amqpgTH8kkk/s200/100_5794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First day of no shave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKgIs12CI/AAAAAAAAAX0/_HqxQ-JXnF4/s1600-h/100_6173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276048879416367138" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKgIs12CI/AAAAAAAAAX0/_HqxQ-JXnF4/s200/100_6173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last day of no shave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKHF1AhOI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ZszC9fR1c4g/s1600-h/100_6174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276048449148585186" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKHF1AhOI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ZszC9fR1c4g/s200/100_6174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goatee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKG6tv1gI/AAAAAAAAAXk/sh7jDxh1j5A/s1600-h/100_6175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276048446165341698" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKG6tv1gI/AAAAAAAAAXk/sh7jDxh1j5A/s200/100_6175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Handlebars - his uncle Brian would be proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKGXwPiPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/a2b_scXIZBw/s1600-h/100_6176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276048436780566770" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKGXwPiPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/a2b_scXIZBw/s200/100_6176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crustache&lt;/span&gt; - And with this one, his Daddy would be proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKGMsEJlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6uilpZ1Ccpo/s1600-h/100_6177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276048433810253394" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKGMsEJlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6uilpZ1Ccpo/s200/100_6177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pencil thin mustache - Gomez Adams....... No pun intended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKF5XhQuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/K4ecF2KvOVc/s1600-h/100_6178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276048428623807202" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKF5XhQuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/K4ecF2KvOVc/s200/100_6178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then, the man we know and love!  Boy I'm glad to have him back!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-6245175029599899612?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6245175029599899612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=6245175029599899612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6245175029599899612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/6245175029599899612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-shave-november.html' title='No Shave November'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SThKgQ4aElI/AAAAAAAAAX8/amqpgTH8kkk/s72-c/100_5794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-1446951247807101848</id><published>2008-12-02T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:42:54.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch up</title><content type='html'>Well what can I say I really suck at keeping this thing updated. But maybe after all the chaos of the holidays, I can get back into the swing of things and keep things rolling like they should on here. Like the title if this blog, this is pretty much just a catch you up kind of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new with the kids? Well of Fri the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;(day after Thanksgiving) Jonas cut one of his top teeth and this morning(the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of Dec) he cut the other so soon enough he'll officially have 4 teeth. Besides that he is starting to talk or babble more with finally the occasional DA-DA. He's getting better with his"cruising" and trying to stand all on his own. He seems a little more advanced in this area than Maddie was at his age but Maddie definitely had him beat in the verbal area. But he seems a little more laid back than Maddie was or is so I'm totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that. Maybe he'll stay this way and when he's 2 I'll get a break unlike what his sister is doing to me. But I'm so lucky to have two great kids.&lt;br /&gt;On Dec 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Jonas will be going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ped&lt;/span&gt;. Ophthalmologist due to the fact that we haven't seen any improvements with his eyes. He has a condition called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ptosis&lt;/span&gt; or also known as lid lag, which makes him look like he is sleepy all the time. And we get many of those comments but we are taking him to see what needs to be done. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; is only a consultation so once we find out something we will let you all know what she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as for Madison, not much has been happening really. She's excited about Christmas. We took the kids to see Santa last night and Maddie enjoyed that. She walked up to him and in her very rare shy voice she said I want a castle. I thought it was funny b/c it was the very first thing she said to him, not Hi or my name is Madison but I want a castle. She was scared of him at first, so she just stood beside Jason and I and talked to him. Then after a bit we let Santa hold Jonas and then she wanted to sit with Santa. He was a very nice Santa. We were able to talk to Santa for a long time b/c no one else was there, surprisingly. You could tell that he enjoyed being Santa and loved talking to the kids. Funny thing was that when we told him Jonas' name he said, that's a great name, I love that name. Then when Maddie was getting her candy and book, Santa told us that his name was Jonas as well and that it was his father's name and his son too. We thought that was funny b/c we only know of two other Jonas' but now we know 3.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas wasn't scared of Santa. He liked pulling on his beard. Maddie told Santa everything that she wanted. But the real Santa is missing two of those so I don't know what "HE" is going to do b/c "he's" all done and out of money. But I guess that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; b/c Santa didn't bring me everything I wanted for Christmas when I was young either. Maddie and I had written a letter to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; and she gave it to him. It was a cute letter. It talked about how she has been a good girl and listed some examples of why like, she's a good big sister and she helps Mommy with Jonas and she plays with him and that she's good when we have "school time" and she likes to learn. And she put some things that she has learned like ABC's, count to 15, colors, shapes and some songs. We put that she is a big girl now and use the potty and wears big girl panties. She also makes her bed in the mornings and sets the table for dinner. So from all that do you think that Santa will think that she's been a good girl this year and stop at our house on Christmas Eve? I DO !!! In her letter so also wanted to tell Santa that Jonas is a good boy so he needs presents too. She said Jonas can't talk so he can't tell us what he wants but you can bring him some big boy toys. When we were writing the letter, we talked about some things to put in it so I wrote all that about the why she's been a good girl and then I helped her write her list. We only wrote 5 things b/c it could have went on and on but then that's when she told me to write that about Jonas. It was fun. I think Christmas is so much more fun now that we have kids especially now that Maddie is starting to understand more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a few other things that I want to tell you about Maddie. The other night we were putting Maddie to bed and she was talking to Jason and she said Daddy you have stripes like a zebra. She was commenting on Jason's deep forehead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;creases&lt;/span&gt;. Jason and I just looked at each other and laughed, oh it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing she did was...she has this baby doll that has a little potty that goes with it and the other day we were watching America's Funniest Videos and there was a clip of a little boy peeing in a little toliet from a little dollhouse and so can you guess what she did? Yep she peed in her baby doll's potty. Jason had walked into Maddie's room to get her ready to leave, we were heading to the store and when he saw her he said, OH Lena, come in here right now, come here, come here!!! When I went in Maddie was starting to stand up and that's when Jason saw the potty b/c at first he thought that she was just peeing on the floor. LOL Not that this was actually going to be any better or at least that's what we thought but when we looked, she had peed right into it and didn't even drip anywhere. I just turned away and laughed, quietly. Then of course scolded her and took it away. But we couldn't believe that she did that and then on top of that, there wasn't a mess. I mean this thing is smaller that a CD. BOY, am I glad that it was just pee she was trying. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now but I'll see what else I can think of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803495258445247193-1446951247807101848?l=ncadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/feeds/1446951247807101848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803495258445247193&amp;postID=1446951247807101848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/1446951247807101848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803495258445247193/posts/default/1446951247807101848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncadams.blogspot.com/2008/12/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing catch up'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148392646277381308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/StPQXH6P0zI/AAAAAAAABZM/dZQ-1R_J6tE/S220/100_9738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803495258445247193.post-2755254925563976686</id><published>2008-11-06T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:36:55.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to the Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at Briley's Farm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRMETdHI9WI/AAAAAAAAAVs/9hPEfJr3brw/s1600-h/100_5878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265557121604842850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRMETdHI9WI/AAAAAAAAAVs/9hPEfJr3brw/s320/100_5878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, November 1st, though the pictures say Oct 31st, the kids and I went to a local Pumpkin Patch. Jason was on his way with the team to Florida for the game that weekend. I had been wanting to take Maddie since she missed the chance to go with our church play group last month when she was sick. This pumpkin patch is the same place that we went to in the spring to pick strawberries. It's really nice and has a lots of cool things to do. It's called Briley's Farm and there they have a small petting zoo and 5 nice swing sets. Since it's fall at the moment, they have some things for adults like corn mazes and they have a hay ride which we rode down to the pumpkin patch on which was pretty much empty. They had some crates that were full of pumpkins and other gourds and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me start off by telling you what it was like trying to find this place. Well like I had said we had been there before in like April to pick strawberries so I thought I knew how to get there but I thought wrong. On the way there both kids fell asleep which was great b/c I ended up being totally on the wrong road. I drove up and down this same road I don't know how many times looking for the road it was on. Any way I drove around that part of Greenville for like an hour and then decided that it had been long enough and that the kids had had a good enough nap so I finally stopped and asked someone and I had been only one block over the whole time. Anyway so we finally got there!!!&lt;br /&gt;We went to just ride the hayride and see the animals and pumpkins. I had heard that the hayride was free and was disappointed when we got there and discovered that it wasn't. I had even looked on the website but it didn't say anything about it. Well I wasn't sure if I had any cash b/c I like NEVER do but luckily I did have a few dollars and some quarters, enough to ride. So here is a picture of her running to the tractor with her ticket in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL1Y81os0I/AAAAAAAAASM/fVdZ7r8Guwo/s1600-h/100_5795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265540723346289474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL1Y81os0I/AAAAAAAAASM/fVdZ7r8Guwo/s320/100_5795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRMES9YGBJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NiRi3haqLe4/s1600-h/100_5874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265557113086018706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRMES9YGBJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NiRi3haqLe4/s320/100_5874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was so excited. As she was running she said, "Madison likes tractors. I ride Papa's (Avery) tractor." Then she hands the driver our tickets and climbs on and sits down. Then she says that she likes to sit on the hay. She thought that was pretty neat. So we started off with Maddie on one side and then she wanted her lil brother to come sit with her so here are some pictures of them riding on the hayride. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL1ZePFmkI/AAAAAAAAASU/FbXob8JngxE/s1600-h/100_5796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265540732311411266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL1ZePFmkI/AAAAAAAAASU/FbXob8JngxE/s320/100_5796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL2kN2NBrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/CXC98kg5c4U/s1600-h/100_5808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265542016402261682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL2kN2NBrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/CXC98kg5c4U/s320/100_5808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how sweet she is? She was holding on to her little brother. They're Buddies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL1aNznbVI/AAAAAAAAASs/1jCSOM7STis/s1600-h/100_5801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265540745081089362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL1aNznbVI/AAAAAAAAASs/1jCSOM7STis/s320/100_5801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice their shirts...they say Monkey say, Monkey Do, Monkey get in trouble too!! Maddie LOVES this shirt. She thinks it's funny and she likes that her and Jonas match. It's cute the way she says it too if you ask her what her shirt says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL1aNznbVI/AAAAAAAAASs/1jCSOM7STis/s1600-h/100_5801.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL1Z9uxt7I/AAAAAAAAASk/Uues0XjOxqU/s1600-h/100_5799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265540740765824946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL1Z9uxt7I/AAAAAAAAASk/Uues0XjOxqU/s320/100_5799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at my poor baby's rash around his mouth. He's just such a drooler!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL2k-iUaWI/AAAAAAAAATE/DHaGghqUXIs/s1600-h/100_5811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265542029472196962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL2k-iUaWI/AAAAAAAAATE/DHaGghqUXIs/s320/100_5811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both playing with the hay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL1ZhC95WI/AAAAAAAAASc/zhU_Vw_Zhwo/s1600-h/100_5798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265540733065880930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL1ZhC95WI/AAAAAAAAASc/zhU_Vw_Zhwo/s320/100_5798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonas was eating the hay and so Maddie thought she'd help her lil brother out. So she start feeding it to him. I don't know what she was thinking. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL2kgXfmEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mhceJenkJkg/s1600-h/100_5810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265542021373728834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL2kgXfmEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mhceJenkJkg/s320/100_5810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL2lOLNZRI/AAAAAAAAATM/dFkMt6juooQ/s1600-h/100_5814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265542033670235410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL2lOLNZRI/AAAAAAAAATM/dFkMt6juooQ/s320/100_5814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that smile, that just makes me melt. Ohhhhh, I love him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL2lZ03VdI/AAAAAAAAATU/fWbQN7amXLg/s1600-h/100_5816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265542036797740498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL2lZ03VdI/AAAAAAAAATU/fWbQN7amXLg/s320/100_5816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well here is a picture of the pumpkin patch. It's pretty pathetic but what do you expect in November? They've all been picked over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL8MPQ957I/AAAAAAAAATk/WtmtKWNpCBs/s1600-h/100_5825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265548201535858610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL8MPQ957I/AAAAAAAAATk/WtmtKWNpCBs/s320/100_5825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Madison as we ride by the strawberry patch, checkin' it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bxnPjwwZGs/SRL8L1n83SI/AAAAAAAAATc/W9zREBB8l68/s1600-h/100_5824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265548194652937506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://
