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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Braden's Thumb Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our Braden has been putting up with a locked thumb for quite some time now. It never seemed to slow him down, and he just adjusted for the inconvenience. For a while I didn't even notice it was that way, then we put it off thinking he might grow out of it, then we waited longer so he would be a little older before anything major took place. One night he was wrestling and started crying. Turns out his thumb had been forced straight; once the crying stopped, his thumb was stuck back in its crooked position. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Once we moved to Batesville this summer, we had several friends who were therapists and others in the medical field tell us it was time to get it looked at so we could have a solution to his problem. We went to Children's Hospital in Little Rock and were told that he had a fairly common problem of trigger finger. The tendon that allowed his thumb to open and close had a swollen knot at the end, thus not allowing it to move through the "tunnel" that held the tendon in place. Therefore his thumb was stuck bent. So, after an explanation of a simple surgery to loosen the "tunnel" allowing the knot to travel through, the pressure would be taken off and the knot would disappear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Surgery was scheduled for January 4th at 11:30 a.m. We were able to feed Braden dinner the night before, but other than that he was not allowed to eat until after his surgery on Wednesday. I was worried that his slight congestion would be a problem with the anesthesia, but it turns out that it wasn't a problem at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;We dropped Avery off at her teacher's house so she could ride to school with her, and then headed to Little Rock for the big day. We arrived early (around 9:00), instead of the allotted 9:30 time. After checking in, we were quickly ushered to a private room for Braden's prep. I was surprised at how quickly things were moving, until we were told that there had been a cancellation and he would be going in early. Even though this was a standard surgery, the momma in me was frightened for the anethesia. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Jey15tx7Qk/TwtJ4lBlD5I/AAAAAAAACTg/Jbd8IAYGe8o/s1600/surgery%2Bbefore%2Bnervous.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695727390100361106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Jey15tx7Qk/TwtJ4lBlD5I/AAAAAAAACTg/Jbd8IAYGe8o/s320/surgery%2Bbefore%2Bnervous.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7qCWpW-y6A/TwtDCuRvasI/AAAAAAAACSM/3JBrJLZ7yz0/s1600/surgery%2Bbefore%2Bstickers1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695719867801365186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7qCWpW-y6A/TwtDCuRvasI/AAAAAAAACSM/3JBrJLZ7yz0/s320/surgery%2Bbefore%2Bstickers1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mi0WEzw78rA/TwtDD8C1USI/AAAAAAAACSs/PYctvdjaTYo/s1600/surgery%2Bbefore%2Bfeeling%2Bbetter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695719888676802850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mi0WEzw78rA/TwtDD8C1USI/AAAAAAAACSs/PYctvdjaTYo/s320/surgery%2Bbefore%2Bfeeling%2Bbetter.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After talking with several nurses, the surgeon, and the anesthesiologist, we were set to go. Braden was a little anxious in the beginning, as was I, because things were moving so quickly. Once we were in the room for a while, and since everyone was so friendly, he settled in and became his talkative self. They gave him "goofy juice" to calm him a little and make the transition of us leaving and him going to the operating room a little easier. Once that kicked in, he was sillier than ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-efdc6I6tRI8/TwtDDnJDDhI/AAAAAAAACSk/1jpmpUIYxHs/s1600/surgery%2Bbefore%2Bgoofy%2Bjuice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695719883065724434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-efdc6I6tRI8/TwtDDnJDDhI/AAAAAAAACSk/1jpmpUIYxHs/s320/surgery%2Bbefore%2Bgoofy%2Bjuice.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final nurses that came to talk to us, and take him back to surgery were great. One was a male, who reminded us of a good friend, and I think helped put Braden even more at ease. They talked and joked with each other like they were old pals. I don't think Braden would have even noticed us leaving if they hadn't started waving at us and saying bye. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_xJ5IMCSIo/TwtDZsbbr1I/AAAAAAAACTI/_EbQAzpUMEc/s1600/surgery%2Bbefore%2Bwheeling%2Baway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695720262442135378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_xJ5IMCSIo/TwtDZsbbr1I/AAAAAAAACTI/_EbQAzpUMEc/s320/surgery%2Bbefore%2Bwheeling%2Baway.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Kenny and I were sent to the waiting room, where I realized once again how blessed we were. There were families around us who had been waiting for several hours, and one family who's child had been in surgery for three hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mi0WEzw78rA/TwtDD8C1USI/AAAAAAAACSs/PYctvdjaTYo/s1600/surgery%2Bbefore%2Bfeeling%2Bbetter.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we knew it, the surgeon came out and told us it was all over. I finally heard the words I had been waiting for: "He's awake and breathing on his own.." This was only have about 20 minutes. We had to wait a while longer for him to wake up a little more, but then were able to join him in recovery. He said his tummy wasn't feeling very good so they let us go to a room to let him wake up a little more. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6f3k4Wnz7Pg/TwtDEH1r4nI/AAAAAAAACS0/l1KORb2LauA/s1600/surgery%2Bafter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695719891842884210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6f3k4Wnz7Pg/TwtDEH1r4nI/AAAAAAAACS0/l1KORb2LauA/s320/surgery%2Bafter.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;During his waking up time, his sweet little eyes were so drowsy, and he had so much medicine in his little body, he actually turned out to be quite the funny little guy. They gave him a popsicle to eat, and he kept missing his mouth. When nurses would ask him questions, his replies were delayed, and super funny coming from his mouth with slurred words. At one point, he replied to the nurse while throwing his casted arm around and slapping himself in the cheek with a popsicle, "I tell you what...I could eat popsicles All Day!" We imagined he was a bit tipsy, and it gave us all a good laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_xJ5IMCSIo/TwtDZsbbr1I/AAAAAAAACTI/_EbQAzpUMEc/s1600/surgery%2Bbefore%2Bwheeling%2Baway.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while his emotions got a little confused. One minute he would be laughing, and the next he would be crying. Finally after some medicine to settle his stomach, we were released. Kenny took him to the car while I filled his pain prescription (which we didn't have to use at all!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;On our way home, we went by Chic Fil A, and Braden was almost back to his normal self. He was skipping and hopping with only a little stagger here and there. Once the medicine was out of his body, we laughed at how he had to adjust for the heavy cast throwing him off balance. We stopped by Target on the way home so he could pick out a treat for being such a trooper, then we headed home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;We pulled into town right as Avery was getting out of school, so we were able to pick her up from Felicia's classroom, where she was waiting since we didn't know when we would get back into town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_xJ5IMCSIo/TwtDZsbbr1I/AAAAAAAACTI/_EbQAzpUMEc/s1600/surgery%2Bbefore%2Bwheeling%2Baway.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we were home, Braden got sick, and I felt so sorry for him because he tried to clean it up himself, and just cried that he was so sorry. I hoped I made him understand that he didn't do anything wrong at all. Later that afternoon, his favorite football players, Levi and Dustin came over to sign his cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6Nrfl6xXVA/TwtDZvYvLyI/AAAAAAAACTQ/4own81YhAoA/s1600/surgery%2Bsign%2Bcast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695720263236136738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6Nrfl6xXVA/TwtDZvYvLyI/AAAAAAAACTQ/4own81YhAoA/s320/surgery%2Bsign%2Bcast.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Avery made sure she was the first one to put her name on it; front and center. We are thankful the cast only had to stay for 7 days because it covers his entire hand like a club to keep the stitches dry and clean. We did laugh at how excessive it seemed because it goes up almost to his shoulder. Luckily the weather has been mild so short sleeves have been sufficient!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Sweet Avery I think felt a little left out once she heard about the day that we all had together without her. Luckily the next day was my doctor's appointment and I checked her out of school so she could go too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Braden and I leave early tomorrow to get to Little Rock for our 8:30 appointment to get his cast off. So proud of my little man. I think Daddy was hoping he could hone in on his left handed capabilities while the cast was on! We both were proud of how he compensated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-8006268247243596151?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/8006268247243596151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=8006268247243596151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8006268247243596151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8006268247243596151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2012/01/bradens-thumb-surgery.html' title='Braden&apos;s Thumb Surgery'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Jey15tx7Qk/TwtJ4lBlD5I/AAAAAAAACTg/Jbd8IAYGe8o/s72-c/surgery%2Bbefore%2Bnervous.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-2346193724053546243</id><published>2011-12-06T14:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:26:59.324-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby #3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Baby Simp Number 3</title><content type='html'>Today we made it known to all that we will be having another baby in June. To be honest, I've gone through the gammet of emotions. I really want to be happy and excited, but sometimes I worry that money, patience, or time will run out. The Lord will be by our side through everything, and so far He has blessed us with healthy children. As of the ultrasound today, this little one was strong and kickin'...literally. It was amazing to watch a tiny human being, that is only 4.4 centimeters long, roll, kick, and throw arms around. Baby's little legs were wiggling around like they were slipping trying to stand up. It's such a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden started talking to the baby today, and Avery followed suit. I think getting to see it move around made it more real for them too. Braden would get shy and stop talking, but Avery just tells it goodnight and pats my belly. She asked if the baby was going to like her and if it would reach for her. I told her that it most definately would, and it would know their voices because it will have heard them talk to it for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine my life without the two perfect children I already have. I look forward to meeting this new one and watching it grow into another wonderful child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OP7T8aKX9_Q/Tt54ly2GsfI/AAAAAAAACSA/5YR-PZxX8bE/s1600/big%2Bbrother%2Bbig%2Bsis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683112370487341554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OP7T8aKX9_Q/Tt54ly2GsfI/AAAAAAAACSA/5YR-PZxX8bE/s320/big%2Bbrother%2Bbig%2Bsis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-2346193724053546243?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/2346193724053546243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=2346193724053546243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2346193724053546243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2346193724053546243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-simp-number-3.html' title='Baby Simp Number 3'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OP7T8aKX9_Q/Tt54ly2GsfI/AAAAAAAACSA/5YR-PZxX8bE/s72-c/big%2Bbrother%2Bbig%2Bsis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-530068134087783944</id><published>2011-12-05T12:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T12:53:44.737-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Catch up as usual</title><content type='html'>Avery had her Thanksgiving program at school, and she was just a doll! I loved hearing their sweet voices, and watching them sing their songs. It was so fun to join in with the feast at lunchtime too! Daddy even got to join us!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682717539105325074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLSW0_P_TOo/Tt0RflVBQBI/AAAAAAAACRA/H1K1Ddp442Q/s320/IMG_6645.JPG" /&gt;Braden has had a few heros on Daddy's football team this year. Number 2, Dustin, was his first obsession. Dustin is a neat kid who takes the time to play with Braden when others don't feel it's a priority. He is a senior this year, and his mom was putting together a scrapbook for him. She wanted to surprise him with pictures with Braden, so we took an afternoon to get to snap a few!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682717544933264802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bUEtj32bcJ8/Tt0Rf7CgjaI/AAAAAAAACRM/sXFsriDQIG8/s320/IMG_6666.JPG" /&gt;Since Jon and Stacy moved to Honduras to begin the new chapter in their lives, we had to find a new holiday tradition at Thanksgiving. We were able to go to Texas for a few days, and it was quite possibly the best visit we've had in a long while. The kids helped Gramee plant some flowers, mom and I got lots of good time together, Kenny and Pop watched football, and too many other things to remember! Such fun!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682717574434513906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ix_uBZvG1Qw/Tt0Rho8J4_I/AAAAAAAACRY/NgxRP2mwKSg/s320/pics%2B012.jpg" /&gt;I got a new camera as an early Christmas present for myself. I have enjoyed trying to learn the tricks and ins and outs of taking better photos. I've had some pretty good subjects to practice on! Although I'm afraid they might all be tired of seeing mom with a camera on her face!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ia4xDpqPLf4/Tt0RiRG0f0I/AAAAAAAACRw/4Uv_ojLbdGk/s1600/pics%2B151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682717585216667458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ia4xDpqPLf4/Tt0RiRG0f0I/AAAAAAAACRw/4Uv_ojLbdGk/s320/pics%2B151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenny even cooperated with a smile here and there...love the zoom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6Ohz3NRHyQ/Tt0RiO999EI/AAAAAAAACRg/nZj_D7-l50c/s1600/pics%2B099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682717584642667586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6Ohz3NRHyQ/Tt0RiO999EI/AAAAAAAACRg/nZj_D7-l50c/s320/pics%2B099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big news coming soon! Can't wait to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/30283158-530068134087783944?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/530068134087783944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=530068134087783944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/530068134087783944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/530068134087783944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/12/catch-up-as-usual.html' title='Catch up as usual'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLSW0_P_TOo/Tt0RflVBQBI/AAAAAAAACRA/H1K1Ddp442Q/s72-c/IMG_6645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1555266460376852639</id><published>2011-11-01T13:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:39:40.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>Avery decided she wanted to be an angel this year, and I actually had her outfit made about a month in advance. Braden was originally going to be a gladiator, but in the end he decided to go with Batman from last year. Still just as cute. Avery enjoyed her costume at school on&lt;br /&gt;Friday, then they both got to wear costumes to the Fall Festival at church Sunday, then we went trick or treating with the Johnston's on Monday night. Full fun weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670098283281519890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kS25jKZWCnA/TrA8WOCMFRI/AAAAAAAACQc/YRqIqoIqEFs/s320/IMG_6575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670098514625948578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j9TNe3panzw/TrA8jr2_66I/AAAAAAAACQ0/_B-dbWSHP6s/s320/IMG_6529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670098507259318738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mnhNM9GHUZ0/TrA8jQaqEdI/AAAAAAAACQo/fnDpxDghhkA/s320/IMG_6570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-1555266460376852639?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1555266460376852639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1555266460376852639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1555266460376852639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1555266460376852639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kS25jKZWCnA/TrA8WOCMFRI/AAAAAAAACQc/YRqIqoIqEFs/s72-c/IMG_6575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-4594141949675497020</id><published>2011-11-01T13:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:29:12.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Braden's Birthday</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my little man is 4 years old! He is still the loving, fun, energetic, active, happy little boy he has always been! We are so blessed that God chose our family to put him in. We love you little man. We had a smallish birthday party at the house for him, and we all enjoyed fun and time with friends. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670095891148227314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4qPD-UWDao/TrA6K-pKwvI/AAAAAAAACPs/JhC1yOusg_Y/s320/IMG_1106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670095894343909954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OO7rVgZ14jM/TrA6LKjFAkI/AAAAAAAACP0/C0YqFZNdRSg/s320/Picture%2B114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670095896048844674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trKqfV6gnQY/TrA6LQ5kP4I/AAAAAAAACQE/GOBaFAfOMco/s320/IMG_5165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670095914206558962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7NG779Dcz8/TrA6MUis-vI/AAAAAAAACQQ/Ldl7mgiCtTg/s320/IMG_6483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-4594141949675497020?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/4594141949675497020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=4594141949675497020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4594141949675497020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4594141949675497020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/11/bradens-birthday.html' title='Braden&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4qPD-UWDao/TrA6K-pKwvI/AAAAAAAACPs/JhC1yOusg_Y/s72-c/IMG_1106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-8898798260355425352</id><published>2011-11-01T13:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:15:39.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin patch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>Avery had her first field trip to the pumpkin patch this year. It was so much fun, and Braden had a ball joining right in with her class. They got to play on the playground, go through a corn maze, pick cotton, go on a hayride, pet animals, and pick a pumpkin. I enjoyed getting to know some of the other parents on the trip as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670092394700536354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9lCunP0NzA/TrA2_dXE-iI/AAAAAAAACPI/NcBVJDlxGaM/s320/IMG_6425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670092411746567458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3pdvcVVu3k/TrA3Ac3KxSI/AAAAAAAACPg/5SWRLn18OxQ/s320/IMG_6427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670092399019321394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mg27hpPzEQA/TrA2_tcwaDI/AAAAAAAACPU/rtkl_syLCQ0/s320/IMG_6426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-8898798260355425352?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/8898798260355425352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=8898798260355425352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8898798260355425352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8898798260355425352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9lCunP0NzA/TrA2_dXE-iI/AAAAAAAACPI/NcBVJDlxGaM/s72-c/IMG_6425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-8237520981416775802</id><published>2011-10-15T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T13:24:30.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Avery-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZrYBd5jlsY/TpnPt9RquKI/AAAAAAAACO0/kddDkRe0PIU/s1600/school%2Bday38%2BA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663786394844838050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZrYBd5jlsY/TpnPt9RquKI/AAAAAAAACO0/kddDkRe0PIU/s320/school%2Bday38%2BA.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery had been playing with my phone during Braden's soccer game and didn't know I had taken it back. I heard her realize, "oh no! Where is momma's phone!?" she gathered some friends for a search party under the bleachers. One friend pointed out a flower with which Avery responded adamantly, "I KNOW it's pretty, but DON'T look at it because we HAVE to find this PHONE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-8237520981416775802?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/8237520981416775802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=8237520981416775802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8237520981416775802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8237520981416775802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/10/avery-isms.html' title='Avery-isms'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZrYBd5jlsY/TpnPt9RquKI/AAAAAAAACO0/kddDkRe0PIU/s72-c/school%2Bday38%2BA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-4829426166972713994</id><published>2011-10-05T07:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T07:23:30.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Bradenism</title><content type='html'>This morning during breakfast Braden decides, "Momma, I'm don't like babies. I think I'm allergic to them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-4829426166972713994?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/4829426166972713994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=4829426166972713994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4829426166972713994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4829426166972713994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/10/bradenism.html' title='Bradenism'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1657232312527158327</id><published>2011-09-29T13:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T13:32:19.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soccer 2011'/><title type='text'>Soccer 2011</title><content type='html'>Braden has started soccer for the first time this Fall. This will be his first organized activity to participate in, and he's loving it! I think his favorite part is his jersey because "it's sort of like the football boys' jerseys..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has had three games so far, and has scored two goals. One for his team and one for the other team! I love going to cheer him on each Saturday morning, and I can't help but imagine if this is a taste of things to come when he gets more grown up and plays other sports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657850615509680530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rWP2DuhP-w/ToS5KIGuAZI/AAAAAAAACOc/kJDvfawy7ZM/s320/braden%2Bsoccer%2B3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657850618677411586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdXe-nrsfSo/ToS5KT59vwI/AAAAAAAACOs/mAASvoJXgQQ/s320/b%2Bon%2Bway%2Bto%2Bsoccer.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657850620000792946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wTuYh6sPkU/ToS5KY1e8XI/AAAAAAAACOk/Q33iKQRUwaw/s320/braden%2Bsoccer%2B4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657850613199391890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPtdTysIpPQ/ToS5J_f5zJI/AAAAAAAACOU/VWRWmgFqMPA/s320/braden%2Bsoccer%2B2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657850604952222178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08shFfOgvLs/ToS5Jgxn-eI/AAAAAAAACOM/uNUdUZPoilY/s320/braden%2Bsoccer%2B1.JPG" /&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/30283158-1657232312527158327?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1657232312527158327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1657232312527158327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1657232312527158327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1657232312527158327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/09/soccer-2011.html' title='Soccer 2011'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rWP2DuhP-w/ToS5KIGuAZI/AAAAAAAACOc/kJDvfawy7ZM/s72-c/braden%2Bsoccer%2B3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1010345510622159190</id><published>2011-09-29T13:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T13:23:52.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>My Great Helper</title><content type='html'>The kids always enjoy helping out wherever they can around the house. Today was no different when Braden and I decided to paint the front porch railing. He did such a good job following directions, and I was pretty impressed with his skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657848113041424274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xO83I7YuSw/ToS24dryv5I/AAAAAAAACOE/uxpfXQdd4Bc/s320/braden%2Bpaint.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657848106824690594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X1Pd_zPvJCU/ToS24Ghm66I/AAAAAAAACN8/ZTFcdp25M1M/s320/braden%2Bpaint1.JPG" /&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/30283158-1010345510622159190?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1010345510622159190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1010345510622159190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1010345510622159190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1010345510622159190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-great-helper.html' title='My Great Helper'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xO83I7YuSw/ToS24dryv5I/AAAAAAAACOE/uxpfXQdd4Bc/s72-c/braden%2Bpaint.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-3195785244348408322</id><published>2011-09-27T08:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:21:16.112-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth day'/><title type='text'>My Little Tree Hugger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag8YkE7gZkA/ToHLBbewZ0I/AAAAAAAACN0/BTkAmgVVES4/s1600/school%2Bday25%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657025832371119938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag8YkE7gZkA/ToHLBbewZ0I/AAAAAAAACN0/BTkAmgVVES4/s320/school%2Bday25%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery has always been my little conscientious one regarding all things earth. Whether it's concerning recycling, not littering, or wasting natural resources, Avery will be the first to correct you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a side note, I think her fabulous teacher, Mrs. Cummings, added even more brownie points in Avery's book yesterday when she told the class, "The Earth is NOT your trashcan..")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while on the way to school Avery told me of all the things she and her friends did at recess yesterday. During the part where they all gathered up rocks, sticks, etc, she remembered she found a humongous piece of bark. "Oh man!" She sputtered. "I should have saved that bark and given it to the paper makers to use since that tree was already cut apart. I really, really don't want them to have to cut down a whole other tree! Especially those trees because they are so beautiful!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-3195785244348408322?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/3195785244348408322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=3195785244348408322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3195785244348408322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3195785244348408322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-little-tree-hugger.html' title='My Little Tree Hugger'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag8YkE7gZkA/ToHLBbewZ0I/AAAAAAAACN0/BTkAmgVVES4/s72-c/school%2Bday25%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-5284758796912901305</id><published>2011-09-18T21:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:05:13.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Buddies</title><content type='html'>Remember &lt;a href="http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2008/10/bradens-buddy.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653885405861617202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJkJJNUpa0c/Tnai0jElnjI/AAAAAAAACNk/zXJV7sotw6w/s320/braden%2B%2526%2Blucas%2Bcropped.jpg" /&gt;Well, this picture was taken, three years later, at another football game. Lucas and some other great kids from ACA came up from Harding to support Kenny's football team. I love that they still somehow have their little bond! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653885407384094274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LbItNUXsTk/Tnai0ovkxkI/AAAAAAAACNs/Q10NRdyoN5k/s320/lucas%2Bbraden%2Bcropped%2Bolder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-5284758796912901305?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/5284758796912901305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=5284758796912901305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5284758796912901305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5284758796912901305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/09/buddies.html' title='Buddies'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJkJJNUpa0c/Tnai0jElnjI/AAAAAAAACNk/zXJV7sotw6w/s72-c/braden%2B%2526%2Blucas%2Bcropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-6724744326270509132</id><published>2011-09-18T20:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:42:36.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>More Bradenisms</title><content type='html'>While watching the beginning of Tom and Jerry, where the lion roars, Braden states: "Momma, if that lion were here in the living room with us, I would.....I would....well, would you pick me up and run?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-6724744326270509132?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/6724744326270509132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=6724744326270509132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6724744326270509132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6724744326270509132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-bradenisms.html' title='More Bradenisms'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-52149976400051431</id><published>2011-09-17T21:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T21:08:10.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Braden-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RAUrguKPkfw/TnVSMgU0nSI/AAAAAAAACNc/1c_bQ1zsN_E/s1600/school%2Bday19%2BB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653515282022702370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RAUrguKPkfw/TnVSMgU0nSI/AAAAAAAACNc/1c_bQ1zsN_E/s320/school%2Bday19%2BB.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight Avery and I had such a good time having girl time getting her ready for bed, and we of course had to primp after her shower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we re-joined the boys, Avery told Braden we had been "primping."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Braden looked at me and questioned, Momma...do boys 'print' too?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-52149976400051431?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/52149976400051431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=52149976400051431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/52149976400051431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/52149976400051431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/09/braden-isms.html' title='Braden-isms'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RAUrguKPkfw/TnVSMgU0nSI/AAAAAAAACNc/1c_bQ1zsN_E/s72-c/school%2Bday19%2BB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-3456940572097786061</id><published>2011-09-12T09:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T09:44:06.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batesville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catch up'/><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>As usual, I've let Facebook get in the way and haven't kept my journal up to date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy and Pop came to visit for my birthday. It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden has started soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery starts gymnastics today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny has had two football games, and won both! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are settling in to town now. It's fun that you can see people you know and wave now. We're not outsiders anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was our first small group meeting with a new group of friends. I look forward to building stronger relationships with each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Stacy and the kids are coming this weekend for their last hurrah before moving to Honduras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-3456940572097786061?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/3456940572097786061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=3456940572097786061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3456940572097786061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3456940572097786061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/09/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1189901083115405175</id><published>2011-05-20T08:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T08:44:35.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Sweet 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One Year Old Avery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608790626411033090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BiypbvQ0p0U/TdZtW6rFMgI/AAAAAAAACMY/gMStv4-0gpM/s320/DSCN5053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two Year Old Avery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608790631878388434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2UjfyI7KKM/TdZtXPCmatI/AAAAAAAACMg/mpfuF7jvqVM/s320/DSC03359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three Year Old Avery&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608790630377763730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PeHDWvJpZ6s/TdZtXJc0s5I/AAAAAAAACMo/DHbUaf6P6fY/s320/DSCN9788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four Year Old Avery&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608790635067391778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMm6JNrCtB4/TdZtXa66vyI/AAAAAAAACMw/_cqfgIlCcUo/s320/IMG_2210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five Year Old Avery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608790641779779810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9BpkuIYnHQ/TdZtXz7RqOI/AAAAAAAACM4/JyzB4JRTmBA/s320/IMG_4295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday 6 Year Old! My strong, determined, brilliant, quirky, lovable, kind, considerate, spunky, pleasing Avery. You have truly blessed the past 6 years of my life. I'm glad I get to be your momma. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608793039855889714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqw6_LPfqf0/TdZvjZdLLTI/AAAAAAAACNI/eCgu3LJAkz0/s320/IMG_5920cropped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-1189901083115405175?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1189901083115405175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1189901083115405175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1189901083115405175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1189901083115405175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/05/sweet-6.html' title='Sweet 6'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BiypbvQ0p0U/TdZtW6rFMgI/AAAAAAAACMY/gMStv4-0gpM/s72-c/DSCN5053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-9068713537226142403</id><published>2011-04-21T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:45:38.557-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barlow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Ode To Barlow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_iaUhV9DtRk/TbBCtZvvhsI/AAAAAAAACMU/3kJ47l7bWgI/s1600/barlow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_iaUhV9DtRk/TbBCtZvvhsI/AAAAAAAACMU/3kJ47l7bWgI/s320/barlow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvyBwCOPQn8/TbA9m6cU2QI/AAAAAAAACMQ/rLAJZ4YPzEE/s1600/IMG_3921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvyBwCOPQn8/TbA9m6cU2QI/AAAAAAAACMQ/rLAJZ4YPzEE/s320/IMG_3921.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Barlow has been in our family for almost three years now.&amp;nbsp;We used to have a Pekignese dog, and when he passed away we decided to wait on having another pet for a while.&amp;nbsp; When Braden was very small we could tell he was an animal lover, and Avery has a gentle spirit with animals too.&amp;nbsp; Enough time had passed for us to 'mourn' Curtis so we decided to visit the humane shelter to pick out our next family pet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We told the people there we wanted a dog who&amp;nbsp;was already trained, but still young enough&amp;nbsp;so he could grow up with our family.&amp;nbsp; I'll never forget the first time I saw Barlow when she brought him out.&amp;nbsp; He was so&amp;nbsp;handsome, a great size, and a bit goofy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The kids were immediately drawn to him, and loved chasing and playing with him in the 'meet and greet' yard.&amp;nbsp; We brought him home, and he has been part of our family ever since.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Barlow was already trained, we could tell someone had spent a lot of time with him.&amp;nbsp; I've often wondered what his story was before he had us. &amp;nbsp;He walks excellently on a leash, even letting Avery walk him when she was&amp;nbsp;only three years old.&amp;nbsp; Barlow has let Braden waller all over him from the beginning, and hasn't ever snapped at him.&amp;nbsp; He spends a lot of time inside with us, but also loves being in the yard.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Gladly he hasn't been a big barker, only warning us when people are approaching or another animal walks by.&amp;nbsp; In the evenings he likes to curl up&amp;nbsp;beside me on the&amp;nbsp;couch or the floor.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been fun watching him grow with the kids.&amp;nbsp; He started in his chewing stage, but&amp;nbsp;has since outgrown that.&amp;nbsp; He is still relatively young so he has his excited, hyper times of the day, but does calm down and sprawl&amp;nbsp;out in the sunshine for naps.&amp;nbsp; He loves his time with the kids, but he also enjoys being alone when he needs to be outside.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When it's bedtime, he knows to go to his crate, and oftentimes we will find him in there before we even tell him it's time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barlow has been a blessing for our family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write all of this because unfortunately, situations have&amp;nbsp;arisen where we&amp;nbsp;will be moving soon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but since we will be renting, the house we have found does not have a fenced yard, and the people have said no animals inside the house.&amp;nbsp; Barlow is truly a part of our family, and this seems to be a deal breaker for Avery.&amp;nbsp; She says she&amp;nbsp;just doesn't want to go if Barlow can't come with us.&amp;nbsp; We've used this opportunity to teach her that sometimes&amp;nbsp;situations arise and we just have to roll with&amp;nbsp;the punches. We have also taught her that we did&amp;nbsp;make a committment to take care of him as our&amp;nbsp;pet, but we will continue to take care of him by finding him an excellent home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I write this to record our memories of him, and also send a plea to those out there who might be thinking about bringing a wonderful animal into their home to become part of their family.&amp;nbsp; Barlow needs to have a home where he will be given lots of attention since that is what he is used to,&amp;nbsp;and since he&amp;nbsp;is near and dear to our hearts, we will make sure that a good home is found.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As much as I hate to think about&amp;nbsp;saying the words, please contact me if you are interested, or if you know of someone who might be interested in welcoming this sweet dog into their hearts and home.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-9068713537226142403?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/9068713537226142403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=9068713537226142403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/9068713537226142403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/9068713537226142403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/04/ode-to-barlow.html' title='Ode To Barlow'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fea9SaSNHmw/TbA7jLWjaMI/AAAAAAAACLo/ChpOrKS2dso/s72-c/IMG_2178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-6314994050487200506</id><published>2011-04-05T08:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T09:19:21.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Storm</title><content type='html'>This week has been a little crazy. Avery has been throwing up for 24 hours straight, bless her little heart. Then last night a storm blew in, and anyone who knows Braden realizes he is terrified of rain. We knew there would be rain so we put a fan in his room in hopes that it would cover some of the noise. It turned out to be a big mac daddy of a storm with more lightning and thunder than I've seen in a long time. To our surprise, the fan seemed to be working...until the electricity went off. Nice. Avery slept through the biggest part. I ended up sleeping with Braden, on the two inches of bed he left me, in complete darkness until morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I let Barlow into the backyard this morning, this is what welcomed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592102882021396994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_edXM2Bs_FE/TZsj8WZS0gI/AAAAAAAACLg/cJSW5w57wc8/s320/IMG_5861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see where there is a trampoline in there somewhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592102874063664946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cPnxKHIX6Gc/TZsj74wBdzI/AAAAAAAACLY/WllEZZ1ZPTI/s320/IMG_5862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I was sick to my stomach; then I realized it didn't hit the kids' swingset &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592102869587127074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-euHngMNLchs/TZsj7oEu6yI/AAAAAAAACLI/r60fDn5sats/s320/IMG_2565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or the house. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592102875204922370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4HNsd-7i64/TZsj79AHrAI/AAAAAAAACLQ/v-t4QPxCGrM/s320/IMG_5863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missed it by a hair. I'll take replacing the cheapest thing in our backyard. Sweet Avery told Braden, "We can use the money from our piggy bank to fix the trampoline!"&lt;/div&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-6314994050487200506?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/6314994050487200506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=6314994050487200506' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6314994050487200506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6314994050487200506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-week-has-been-little-crazy.html' title='The Perfect Storm'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_edXM2Bs_FE/TZsj8WZS0gI/AAAAAAAACLg/cJSW5w57wc8/s72-c/IMG_5861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-6901733434604923211</id><published>2010-12-03T17:05:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T17:27:25.553-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireplace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mantel'/><title type='text'>Mantel</title><content type='html'>I had a fun time decorating the mantel this year. I let the kids have at the tree, so I sort of took the mantel on as my adult space. Not that the tree looks bad at all, I just wanted to primp my own space.&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are always pictures that I see of spaces where I love the design, but I've never been able to put things together in just the right way. So, I guess you could say I did some "research" by blog-hopping to find different ideas I could steal. And let me tell you I stole some ideas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I "shopped" my house. There were very few things I found that I wanted, so I "shopped" my friend, Amy's, house! I was very pleased with the treasures I borrowed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did end up picking up some pine greenery and ribbon from Big Lots, but other than that, no money! When I got home, I cut sprigs from the berry bush that seemed to have magically appeared in our yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my mantel and fireplace finished, with a grand total of only $12 spent. Not too shabby. (Kenny will be pleased!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also must add that it looks more magical with the big light off and the glitter lights glowing behind as well as the tea lights in the jars...oh well...I've never admitted to being a photographer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546598608875952274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TPl6DDG6GJI/AAAAAAAACKY/5W38gZ6dXuI/s320/IMG_5333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546598410941272946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TPl53hvmk3I/AAAAAAAACKQ/Ip5h_5dikgY/s320/IMG_5342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546598402484018338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TPl53CPPHKI/AAAAAAAACKI/d6D_0OZfKIs/s320/IMG_5340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546598404262000258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TPl53I3I9oI/AAAAAAAACKA/lbnR6KXkqIo/s320/IMG_5339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546598401144521922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TPl529P4BMI/AAAAAAAACJ4/6DUacjlLNHw/s320/IMG_5334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546598394252203778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TPl52jknlwI/AAAAAAAACJw/LIXtEjlotk0/s320/IMG_5336.JPG" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-6901733434604923211?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/6901733434604923211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=6901733434604923211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6901733434604923211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6901733434604923211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/12/mantel.html' title='Mantel'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TPl6DDG6GJI/AAAAAAAACKY/5W38gZ6dXuI/s72-c/IMG_5333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-200333522719947462</id><published>2010-12-02T13:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:39:52.410-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor appointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>My Troopers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TPgDq1VWJVI/AAAAAAAACJo/ZfbWskorMUc/s1600/IMG_5309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546186975512765778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TPgDq1VWJVI/AAAAAAAACJo/ZfbWskorMUc/s320/IMG_5309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TPgDqirzawI/AAAAAAAACJg/i1k5XZylNGw/s1600/IMG_5303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546186970506685186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TPgDqirzawI/AAAAAAAACJg/i1k5XZylNGw/s320/IMG_5303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may be long and drawn out to some, but I wanted to document today's doctor appointments because I was sooo proud of how my kiddos did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I had to take Avery to the doctor for stomach issues, I was informed that she had never had her five year check up! What?! I filed that information away in my mind that sometimes like to retain information, and other times does not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to this week. I realized that I had yet to schedule Braden's three year doctor appointment. Double What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, 6-ish months after Avery was supposed to have her appointment and one month after Braden was supposed to have his, I realized that I had to get on the ball..er, uh...phone to make appointments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who is out of the running for mother of the year, huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my surprise, I was informed of an available appointment for the next day (today), and was eager to fill that spot since the next one wouldn't be until January. At that rate, I might as well save up until Avery's 6th birthday and make her have double the immunizations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me fill in a little background. Braden doesn't mind so much about going to the doctor. Maybe because he was too little to remember the few times he's had minor issues, resulting in needle pricks everyday, or the dog bite. Avery, however, is a different story. She was a little older when she had her minor run ins...broken arm, urinary tract issues, stomach problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenny and I laugh now when we recall the day of the broken arm. The nurses were trying their best to get an IV in her arm. They resorted to her foot; it took four grown people to hold down one teeny little girl who screamed, "No ma'am! No ma'am!" all the while. Then there was the urinary tract issues. Luckily (for me) I was out of town, but my parents were the ones who had to endure that struggle. My heart broke just hearing about it. I'm not sure I would have made it through that one without tears of my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make a long story a little shorter, Avery's not a fan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the appointment was made (both of them in one whammy), I asked Kenny if he would be able to leave work for a little bit and come help out. I had forgotten today and tomorrow was the day of the Super Six (football state playoffs), and he would be out of town. So. Alone I went. I had prayed hard all evening that things would go well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know Avery is the type who needs to know ahead of time what is going to happen, so I had to walk the fine line of telling her in enough time before we left, but not too soon so she wouldn't dwell on the inevitable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots more praying took place this morning, then I presented the fact that we would be going for check ups. Braden asked and I explained what it would entail...looking in ears, eyes, throat, getting weighed, measured, etc. Avery was quiet all the while. Soon she asked, "what about shots momma?" I weasled my way out of that with an indirect, "well honey, if you guys do need shots, I know you will be brave." Followed closely with, "and when we're all done we can go to the store to pick out a treat because I know you will do so well." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That appeased her for about a second. Then more questions were hurled at me from both sides. Braden decided he didn't want a check up. So, I got out the doctor play stuff and we played doctor for a while. Of course I wasn't a serious doctor, I was the clown version, trying to make it as happy as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we finished, we decided we would take it one step at a time and that they both were going to stick their arms out and say, "Bring on the shots!" if they needed to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could tell Avery was apprehensive when we arrived, but they busied themselves with the blocks in the waiting room. Then after a good hand washing, we headed to get weighed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery: 40.4 pounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Braden: 41.6 pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played some more in the room while Miss Jessi asked them all the questions and checked their blood pressure. They were so good to take turns. Avery went first and asked Miss Jessi lots of questions. Braden was excited to climb up and get his blood pressure taken. When Miss Jessi left the room, he pranced around and said, "Thanks for squeezing my arm!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor came in and did the whole ear, eye, throat check. When it came time to turn out the lights Braden giggled the entire time. His facial expressions made me laugh the whole time. It was fun to watch him jump up and be excited to do whatever Avery had just done. When it was his turn for the eyes, he told the doctor, "OK! Time to turn off the lights!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That time when he finished, he knew it was the last thing Avery had done, so he headed to the door to leave. Little did he know there was more in store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery was told she would need two immunizations and Braden one. She was confused why he only had to get one, but after some explaining, she was ok. We were also happy to learn that she won't need any more immunizations until she's 11. After she found out that was another entire lifetime for her, literally, she was excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was her turn for her shots, she sat up like a big girl, and asked Miss Jessi questions. When the first needle went in, she said, "That didn't hurt really bad." Then the medicine went in and she felt a little burn. She didn't like that too much, but I could tell she was trying so hard not to cry. She told me later, "Momma, I was extra brave because you were standing right there beside me. If you hadn't been there, I would have been more nervous." Those are words every momma needs to hear. For her next shot she told Miss Jessi, "That one didn't hurt at all, and no burning either!" When she found out the measles and mumps immunization was the one that hurt, she said, "Mean measles!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't begin to describe her sweet face during the process. It made me want to tear up because she wanted to cry so badly, but she held it in and was so brave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Braden was watching the whole process. He could sense that Avery wasn't liking it even though she was hiding it well. He said once, "Don't do that to my sister!" They can fight and fight, but in the end they will always stand up for each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was his turn, and he got his in his leg. The nurse held his legs down and I got his hands. It went quickly, and there were a few tears, but then he was pretty proud of his little bandaid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they informed Avery she would have to get a needle stick in her finger to get a little blood. Bless her heart; she thought she was finished, and that threw her for a loop. She didn't cry or whine, but she did panic a little. We tried to tell her that the worst part was over, and the other wouldn't hurt badly, but she was still so nervous while we waited at the lab. Braden told everyone we saw about his bandaid and shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery asked the lab tech tons more questions about what it would feel like, would it be worse than the shots, etc. Finally the lab tech just took her hand and showed her. Avery said, "That wasn't bad at all!" Then she looked down and saw the blood and had to close her eyes. Such a weak little stomach. She talked the whole time with her eyes closed, and was very proud to earn her sticker when it was all over. Braden was also graced with a sticker as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed to the dollar store so they could pick out whatever they wanted for being so brave, and then we topped off the morning with lunch at Chic Fil A. Braden continued to tell everyone he saw about his shot and his bandaid. Avery joined in to tell of how brave they had been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little troopers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-200333522719947462?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/200333522719947462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=200333522719947462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/200333522719947462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/200333522719947462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-troopers.html' title='My Troopers'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TPgDq1VWJVI/AAAAAAAACJo/ZfbWskorMUc/s72-c/IMG_5309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-4048064419242052315</id><published>2010-11-06T14:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:17:59.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Braden's Third Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>This morning was fun to get together with friends to celebrate Braden's birthday. We opted for the easy route this year and had it at Burger King. Talk about easy set up and clean up! It was perfect! I think we enjoyed being with our friends as much as Braden enjoyed being with his! He especially enjoyed his "motorcycle bike" as he calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so very thankful to have such a fun, spirited, sweet, active, wild, crazy, and precious little man for our son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(more pictures on facebook.) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536517656034710770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TNWpeXSglPI/AAAAAAAACJI/du1O6C1yMuo/s320/IMG_5174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536517660064784434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TNWpemTWoDI/AAAAAAAACJQ/zFTbNmseXXw/s320/IMG_5181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536517664663478114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TNWpe3bxH2I/AAAAAAAACJY/hp7V0rhkfNo/s320/IMG_5202.JPG" /&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/30283158-4048064419242052315?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/4048064419242052315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=4048064419242052315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4048064419242052315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4048064419242052315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/11/bradens-third-birthday-party.html' title='Braden&apos;s Third Birthday Party'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TNWpeXSglPI/AAAAAAAACJI/du1O6C1yMuo/s72-c/IMG_5174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-2437337049907218548</id><published>2010-11-05T15:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:21:26.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Braden's Cake</title><content type='html'>The kids and I have been making Braden's birthday cake today. He requested a motorcycle cake this year. I figured, "hey! I made a giant castle for Avery on her birthday, a motorcycle should be a piece of cake!" (Pun intended..)&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;Well, let me be the first to tell you that, even though it didn't take as long, I thought the motorcycle was harder than the extravagant castle. Maybe because I had to cut pieces out and put them together like a puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At any rate, the kids and I had a blast being together, and it didn't turn out too bad. All that matters is that Braden thinks it's the best motorcycle cake ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536160892460518258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TNRk__aEy3I/AAAAAAAACIQ/LXcSFcqAryQ/s320/IMG_5150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536160902206597538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TNRlAjtuKaI/AAAAAAAACIY/FCpaCkDwAP0/s320/IMG_5151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536160909689322530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TNRlA_lvfCI/AAAAAAAACIg/as75S2X5dyw/s320/IMG_5152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536160918075984898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TNRlBe1RzAI/AAAAAAAACIo/Vm_mioOi2uM/s320/IMG_5155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536160922564375666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TNRlBvjZNHI/AAAAAAAACIw/pN6Wh5Ak2os/s320/IMG_5158.JPG" /&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536161255409969922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TNRlVHf96wI/AAAAAAAACI4/eeYppxnmS50/s320/IMG_5159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536161262250093794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TNRlVg-x7OI/AAAAAAAACJA/psyLANKL7Ho/s320/IMG_5162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-2437337049907218548?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/2437337049907218548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=2437337049907218548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2437337049907218548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2437337049907218548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/11/bradens-cake.html' title='Braden&apos;s Cake'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TNRk__aEy3I/AAAAAAAACIQ/LXcSFcqAryQ/s72-c/IMG_5150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-8853219556877415007</id><published>2010-11-01T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:06:40.090-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TM8Ps6TsOnI/AAAAAAAACII/NO1C5Zf1whc/s1600/IMG_5041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534659731302136434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TM8Ps6TsOnI/AAAAAAAACII/NO1C5Zf1whc/s320/IMG_5041.JPG" /&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/30283158-8853219556877415007?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/8853219556877415007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=8853219556877415007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8853219556877415007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8853219556877415007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TM8Ps6TsOnI/AAAAAAAACII/NO1C5Zf1whc/s72-c/IMG_5041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-5395986984910964473</id><published>2010-10-26T11:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T11:25:39.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Breathing Really Works</title><content type='html'>This morning while I was cleaning the bathroom, Avery alerted me to the following. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TMb-wAUrmZI/AAAAAAAACHY/f-Ww5U8K-n0/s1600/IMG_4934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532389292945152402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TMb-wAUrmZI/AAAAAAAACHY/f-Ww5U8K-n0/s320/IMG_4934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532389300415445730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TMb-wcJvOuI/AAAAAAAACHg/x2cVu9h5jkw/s320/IMG_4935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532389306635468786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TMb-wzUtP_I/AAAAAAAACHo/4BwnjDGxkbc/s320/IMG_4936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532389317081751010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TMb-xaPS3eI/AAAAAAAACHw/t9D9BijJMHs/s320/IMG_4937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532389323327799106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TMb-xxgd_0I/AAAAAAAACH4/fDtiWEOFpgY/s320/IMG_4938.JPG" /&gt;I know at some point I'm going to laugh about the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm quite there yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my blood pressure has returned to its normal state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this little culprit helped clean up.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532390490907655554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TMb_1vFMvYI/AAAAAAAACIA/a0L1hZQF9Uc/s320/IMG_4939.JPG" /&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/30283158-5395986984910964473?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/5395986984910964473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=5395986984910964473' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5395986984910964473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5395986984910964473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/10/deep-breathing-really-works.html' title='Deep Breathing Really Works'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TMb-wAUrmZI/AAAAAAAACHY/f-Ww5U8K-n0/s72-c/IMG_4934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-8679076825268555536</id><published>2010-10-18T10:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T11:13:45.129-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><title type='text'>Boo!  Lollipop Ghosts!</title><content type='html'>The kids and I enjoyed our morning of making lollipop ghosts! I saw the idea online, but did not remember where (sorry; not meaning to plagerize here..)&lt;br /&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;What you'll need is a block of almond bark (or white chocolate chips), mini chocolate chips (for the eyes), lollipop sticks (I found mine at Wal-mart in the party section), wax paper, and a few great little helpers!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529416535065746322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLxvCuPD25I/AAAAAAAACHI/93HXsk2FWMw/s320/IMG_4805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529415186621719794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLxt0O485PI/AAAAAAAACF4/RGqsTFMuNnw/s320/IMG_4786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melt the chocolate according to package. I started with 90 seconds, then stirred, and added increments of 15 seconds, stirring until all melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, plop desired amount on wax paper (we put our wax paper on top of cookie sheets so the kids could move them around easier), and form into desired shapes. You need to make sure it's thick enough so it won't break at the end. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529415186950592322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLxt0QHXF0I/AAAAAAAACGA/hEaW9-oHuH8/s320/IMG_4787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529415210912136946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLxt1pYPPvI/AAAAAAAACGQ/emU1Y_We5C4/s320/IMG_4789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529415199938637426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLxt1Af87nI/AAAAAAAACGI/TLcgPiyHQzc/s320/IMG_4788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add lollipop stick, then put more chocolate on top of the stick. Decorate with chocolate chip eyes. The kids added noses and mouths too!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529415217229672098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLxt2A6dLqI/AAAAAAAACGY/0sMPOagkT-o/s320/IMG_4792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529416342805770818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLxu3iAtckI/AAAAAAAACGo/Iey7L5F-0qw/s320/IMG_4794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529416355032374306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLxu4PjwnCI/AAAAAAAACGw/eM9qPqT8JEA/s320/IMG_4795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529416338442725474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLxu3RweqGI/AAAAAAAACGg/L8dmr5BBPNY/s320/IMG_4793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, the kids make some very interesting shapes! Avery went with smaller ones, and after finishing the process, I realized I probably should have encouraged Chance and Braden to make smaller ones too. That way when they eat them, they aren't getting too much all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They don't take very long to set, and then enjoy!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529419352897999522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLxxmven0qI/AAAAAAAACHQ/cw4QviWJPhs/s320/IMG_4796.JPG" /&gt;This little guy is my favorite. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529416351693585186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLxu4DHuuyI/AAAAAAAACG4/uyjElvv1DWU/s320/IMG_4801.JPG" /&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/30283158-8679076825268555536?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/8679076825268555536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=8679076825268555536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8679076825268555536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8679076825268555536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/10/boo-lollipop-ghosts.html' title='Boo!  Lollipop Ghosts!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLxvCuPD25I/AAAAAAAACHI/93HXsk2FWMw/s72-c/IMG_4805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-7898489627639951147</id><published>2010-10-09T16:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T16:30:18.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='re-do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>Mirror Redo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Braden's room switcheroo, I moved his changing table to the entryway and took the top off so it doesn't look like a changing table. (I have yet to change out the knobs yet, but that will come in time.) Anyway, I've been looking for a mirror to put above it. My friend Amy found a treasure today at a garage sale for $5! It's hard to find big mirrors for so cheap, so I asked her to grab it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She warned me about the fruit, but it still took me a little off guard when I saw it. I'm not a fruit kind of gal...some people are, and I'm not dissing them, but it's just not me..especially in an entryway. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526160152416716514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLDdYTi3huI/AAAAAAAACFg/yxlfCOwHv3w/s320/mirror+fruit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So...I started my wheels turning and paint a mixing. I had some aqua leftover from my dining room table and some yellow from my kitchen walls, so I mixed them together to make a softer aqua with a greenish tint. Then, I added some damaskish stencils to the corners in the light yellow, and finished it off with a light stain so it wouldn't look like it was freshly painted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Pre-Stain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526160158039698994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLDdYoffbjI/AAAAAAAACFo/eh_sPnlVbeE/s320/frame+no+fruit+corner.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I am going to have to figure out how to reconfigure the entryway now because the accessories need to be changed out to fit the more contemporary feel. But for the time being...I'm pleased with the replacements of the fruit! (Who knows why this picture came out so teeny...)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 72px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526160166356439986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLDdZHeW07I/AAAAAAAACFw/p49aB7l7kh0/s320/frame+no+fruit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-7898489627639951147?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/7898489627639951147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=7898489627639951147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/7898489627639951147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/7898489627639951147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/10/mirror-redo.html' title='Mirror Redo'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TLDdYTi3huI/AAAAAAAACFg/yxlfCOwHv3w/s72-c/mirror+fruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1835758246543023353</id><published>2010-10-03T15:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:23:16.724-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>I stumbled upon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TKjmLRiyalI/AAAAAAAACFY/mFuztHKKGq8/s1600/IMG_4699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523918024332175954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TKjmLRiyalI/AAAAAAAACFY/mFuztHKKGq8/s320/IMG_4699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of Avery's latest. I guess she wanted the Barbies to go for a walk...er, uh, ride?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-1835758246543023353?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1835758246543023353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1835758246543023353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1835758246543023353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1835758246543023353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-stumbled-upon.html' title='I stumbled upon..'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TKjmLRiyalI/AAAAAAAACFY/mFuztHKKGq8/s72-c/IMG_4699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-7920694979755720335</id><published>2010-09-02T21:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T22:14:21.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big boy bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big boy room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Big Boy Room Revealed</title><content type='html'>I still need to add something to the wall that his headboard is up against. There is also a frame awaiting an updated picture that my friend, Ashley (over at &lt;a href="http://www.pure-and-lovely.com/"&gt;www.pure-and-lovely.com&lt;/a&gt;), made for Braden when he was born. I am also probably going to do something to the top of his curtains to make them look like they belong in a big boy room instead of a nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would go ahead a share a few pictures because some people have been asking how it turned out. Braden absolutely loves it, and the kids love playing in the open space almost more than Avery's room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I included a picture of Braden sleeping, and yes he does still sleep with a paci. Not a battle I choose to pick because it's not messing his teeth up, and I want to tackle one big step at a time. Enough defensiveness from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TIBlqCmihtI/AAAAAAAACEw/TCaMK-l7aow/s1600/IMG_4664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512517716828915410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TIBlqCmihtI/AAAAAAAACEw/TCaMK-l7aow/s320/IMG_4664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TIBlqen_krI/AAAAAAAACE4/F9NdNZLhpdA/s1600/IMG_4665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512517724351206066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TIBlqen_krI/AAAAAAAACE4/F9NdNZLhpdA/s320/IMG_4665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TIBlqqv_0vI/AAAAAAAACFA/zgkNLiIp9pw/s1600/IMG_4666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512517727606002418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TIBlqqv_0vI/AAAAAAAACFA/zgkNLiIp9pw/s320/IMG_4666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TIBlq0RyS-I/AAAAAAAACFI/NFmZCIYw4ls/s1600/IMG_4667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512517730163641314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TIBlq0RyS-I/AAAAAAAACFI/NFmZCIYw4ls/s320/IMG_4667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TIBlp6tlXwI/AAAAAAAACEo/fzsYpNYRyp8/s1600/IMG_4660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512517714710978306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TIBlp6tlXwI/AAAAAAAACEo/fzsYpNYRyp8/s320/IMG_4660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/30283158-7920694979755720335?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/7920694979755720335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=7920694979755720335' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/7920694979755720335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/7920694979755720335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/09/big-boy-room-revealed.html' title='Big Boy Room Revealed'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TIBlqCmihtI/AAAAAAAACEw/TCaMK-l7aow/s72-c/IMG_4664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1371549953502166321</id><published>2010-08-22T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:26:37.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big boy bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big boy room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Another milestone</title><content type='html'>Braden has had a big week!  Potty training himself, and now tonight is his first night in his big boy bed!  We finally got the mattresses picked up, and figured tonight is as good as any.  He told me he would rather sleep in his crib.  (Avery told him we needed to put it in the shed in case we had another baby--but that's a whole other train of thought...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him why he wanted to sleep in his crib, and he said he was scared because his big boy bed was too big for him.  I put his bumpers on either side of him so he could snuggle up like he normally does in his crib.  (And so he would have less of a chance to roll off the bed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our nightly bedtime ritual, but instead of all getting in Avery's bed to sing and pray, we moved the party to Braden's bed.  Avery was the most excited I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left the room, my little man's tiny body was tucked into what seemed like a massive bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add another *sniff* here.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pictures still to come...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-1371549953502166321?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1371549953502166321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1371549953502166321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1371549953502166321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1371549953502166321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-milestone.html' title='Another milestone'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1505216816135578374</id><published>2010-08-19T23:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:28:16.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Braden's potty training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TG4DV9f125I/AAAAAAAACEg/wsC7i0apCX0/s1600/IMG_4653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507343070140947346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TG4DV9f125I/AAAAAAAACEg/wsC7i0apCX0/s320/IMG_4653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Braden decided he wanted to start going potty. I've never pushed it with my kids. I've always felt that when it's time, they know it, so why mess with the accidents and such until necessary. (With Avery, I waited and it only took a few days for her to catch on.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently Braden decided yesterday was the day. We have been talking about it in passing, and if he sees someone else going potty, he will try. He's never had success until yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right before bed, he asked if he could go, and he went. Avery was there the whole time encouraging him. She ran out and told Kenny. We all applauded and shared M&amp;amp;Ms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today when Braden woke up he was dry, so I asked if he wanted to go potty again. He said yes, and tried, but had no success. We tried big boy underwear for a bit, but then I had the other kids' schooling going on and didn't really have time to clean up a mess.  At one point, he had on a pull up and asked if that would leak. Before I realized what he meant, he shivered...I did know what that meant! After a while, I thought I'd try the no pants at all method. It worked most of the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, while I was fixing lunch, I heard him screaming my name. I ran in and he was sitting at the table. He had an accident and didn't really know what was happening. I felt so bad because he was so scared. We got him cleaned up and diapered up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to after my games tonight. He spent the afternoon and evening with his Nonna. When I met up with them at Kenny's football game, Braden asked me, "is this going to leak?" So I asked if he needed to go potty. He said yes! So off we went, and went he did! His diaper was dry at that point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished watching the game, came home, and were getting ready for baths. I took his diaper off and it was still dry.  He always knows Avery goes potty before getting in the tub. As I was filling up the tub, I turned around to find him going potty without being asked! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little man is catching on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-1505216816135578374?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1505216816135578374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1505216816135578374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1505216816135578374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1505216816135578374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/08/bradens-potty-training.html' title='Braden&apos;s potty training'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/TG4DV9f125I/AAAAAAAACEg/wsC7i0apCX0/s72-c/IMG_4653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-6620224661152990318</id><published>2010-08-14T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:17:04.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big boy room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Braden's Big Boy Bed</title><content type='html'>We just bought Braden his big boy bed.  ~Sniff~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kept him in his crib for so long because he really does love it.  Also for selfish reasons because it keeps him trapped a little longer in the mornings while I stretch and try to roll out of bed on those mornings where he deems it necessary to wake up before the booty crack of dawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been on the lookout for just the right one for a while now.  I knew we were inheriting Kirk's mattresses when he went off to college, and I figured that would be a good time to make the switch.  Well, the time has come; Kirk left yesterday, leaving his mattresses for the taking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly sure how I feel about this new turned-over-leaf.  Thankful that he's growing into such a healthy, sweet, big boy, but saddened because he's my baby.  Seeing him go to sleep at night in a big boy bed is just one step closer to the &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;will be the one moving to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery's switch seemed more natural because we were moving to a new house, and since we were expecting Braden's arrival in a few months, we just set up her big girl room when we moved in.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where I am now.  Avery gave up her crib for Braden.  Who is Braden giving up his crib for?   Kenny said, "let's get to work!"  I'm not sure it's that easy.  I'm still on the fencepost about a third child.  That doesn't have to be decided now, but that in itself makes me sad.  Am I closed for business?  I feel like our family is complete, but don't really want to be.  Weird. Thoughts. Swirling. in this now tangent paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, Braden is completely thrilled, as am I because we found the PERFECT bed!  I just thought I had found the perfect bed a few weeks ago, and was watching and waiting because the price seemed to keep falling from week to week.  Good thing I did because the one we ended up with is ten times better for crazy cheap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to show a sneak peak, but his room is a mess now, with the treasure of a dresser I found a few weeks ago for super duper cheap, a new trunk to hold his toys that won't fit in the storage under his completely awesome new bed, the bed itself in pieces, plus the crib, changing table and rocking chair still in tact from before...oh and the futon.  Can we say crowded?  Plus, the icing on the cake (the bedding) is still in the process of being shipped.  So, if anyone does care to see pictures, they'll just have to wait for the reveal that will come once it's all put together.  Which will probably be soon because Braden is just as excited as I am, so I will be working hard to get it pulled together as quickly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the teaser blog...and a little journal for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-6620224661152990318?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/6620224661152990318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=6620224661152990318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6620224661152990318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6620224661152990318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/08/bradens-big-boy-bed.html' title='Braden&apos;s Big Boy Bed'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1862252180164277408</id><published>2010-08-07T18:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T18:42:30.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hide and Seek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Hide and Seek</title><content type='html'>The kids and Kenny are playing hide and seek.  Avery and Braden keep hiding together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kenny comes into a room, he asks, "are they behind the (insert object here)?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden answers with a muffled, "No.  We are behind the curtains (or other object)!"  Suprisingly, Avery has not gotten frustrated with him yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-1862252180164277408?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1862252180164277408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1862252180164277408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1862252180164277408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1862252180164277408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/08/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and Seek'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1198365441909572561</id><published>2010-07-01T13:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T13:41:00.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catch up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>I've really been upset with myself that I haven't been documenting things on my blog like I used to. I blame it on Facebook, and the ability to add quick snippets as statuses. In the past, even if the snippet was quick, it usually blossomed into a full blown story. I blame my mom for that; for being the Mrs. Story-Teller of all times, then passing a little of the gene along to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that blame has completely been cast off of me, I want to attempt to remember a few of the things we've been up to. Unfortunately, our computer died a little while back.  Fortunately, we have a fabulous friend who offered to build us a really nice one at a very nice price.  I say all of that to say, now I have our great new computer, but no pictures have been uploaded in a long time, so those will come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have thoroughly enjoyed the pool at Nonna's (Kenny's mom and dad's) this summer. We were worried for a little because Braden did not show interest in the water like he did last summer. Now, all worries are aside. We don't know when it happened, but some switch has been flipped, and we now have our water baby back. He is still more cautious than Avery ever was in the water, but at least he is in, and not sitting around the edge basking like a sunbather. Of course Avery has enjoyed the water since day one, and has 'graduated' to no floaties. She stays in the shallow end, but has tested out her minor swimming skills the few times she ventured a little too deep. We spend our time with Mrs. Potts (the giant teapot and accessories), having tea parties, playing dolphin (which consists of jumping out of the water, back into the water, headfirst), flipping under water, competing against daddy to see who can stay under water the longest, and many, many, many other exciting games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I took a trip to Texas in June to visit my family. My brother was great to fly into Montgomery, only to turn around and travel the 12 hours it took us in the car, back to Forney. After our stay there, he was not scared off from the first trip, and did the same going back. I was very appreciative for the extra set of hands, and of course the kids were enamored with Uncle Jase since they don't get to be around him much. The trip itself really did fly by. Grammy and Pop enjoyed their grandbabies, and I thoroughly enjoyed my time with everyone as well. I even got to spend one of the days there with my very best friend from high school. Seems like everytime we see each other, we pick up where we left off. It's neat to see how our lives are still similar; both married, two kids, same interests, etc. It is always hard to say goodbye after such a great visit, but on the flipside, it's always nice to come home. I was not the only one ready to see Kenny again; the kids were very ready to see their daddy. We got home late Wednesday night, and Thursday when they woke up, they asked, "Oh no, is daddy gone again!?" They were glad to hear he would be home after a short workday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball has started up again. We have all three teams practicing together for the summer, and it's been a great group to work with this year. I look forward to seeing how the season turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery has enjoyed going to VBS this week. I didn't get to help out this year, and Braden still isn't old enough for classes, but he and I always go early to pick Avery up. He enjoys the singing and 'dancing' in the wrap up session. Avery asked him to sit with her class, so he feels like a big boy. I often stop and wonder where my babies went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the P90X workout, and am over halfway through week 2. Sometimes I feel like I've been doing it for a long time, but then realize I'm only in week two. I still have a little way to go before I hit my goals, but am very proud of what I am accomplishing now. My eating habits are so much better now, topped with exercising everyday again really has been a good lifestyle change for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on the football media guide for the upcoming season. It's in the wrapping up stage now. It's been a big project, and is taking me a while since I only work on it when the kids are in bed, and I think it will be nice when it's all said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny is excited about his football team this year. I look forward to seeing how they all come together because it seems like a fantastic group of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the beginning stages of transitioning to Braden's big boy room. I've held off because sometimes it's just easier to let him play where he can't get out of his crib, but he is such a big kid now: literally. I'm not sure how much longer he will fit in his crib. It's exciting getting new things together to change it over. It will be a while before that's finished, but I will be sure to post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-1198365441909572561?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1198365441909572561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1198365441909572561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1198365441909572561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1198365441909572561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/07/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-9212329408980908723</id><published>2010-05-28T09:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:08:49.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Beach Trip 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__b7PTW-xI/AAAAAAAACEY/YFhjEVzsqVQ/s1600/IMG_4362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476337482672306962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__b7PTW-xI/AAAAAAAACEY/YFhjEVzsqVQ/s320/IMG_4362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__b65W8UKI/AAAAAAAACEQ/urfY49VOVRw/s1600/IMG_4363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476337476781756578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__b65W8UKI/AAAAAAAACEQ/urfY49VOVRw/s320/IMG_4363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__a7M60pCI/AAAAAAAACEI/h7cHZRCLJk4/s1600/IMG_4374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476336382520894498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__a7M60pCI/AAAAAAAACEI/h7cHZRCLJk4/s320/IMG_4374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__a68YEINI/AAAAAAAACEA/GNa_TSJA7JE/s1600/IMG_4386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476336378080141522" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__YQpulKII/AAAAAAAACCI/VUTC_-i74os/s320/IMG_4501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__YQdSJE9I/AAAAAAAACCA/cuAxQteJEo4/s1600/IMG_4502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476333449156039634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__YQdSJE9I/AAAAAAAACCA/cuAxQteJEo4/s320/IMG_4502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__XWjLiUoI/AAAAAAAACB4/bSwE2BAjIsw/s1600/IMG_4513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476332454306534018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__XWjLiUoI/AAAAAAAACB4/bSwE2BAjIsw/s320/IMG_4513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__XWIB11wI/AAAAAAAACBw/HT8_NJvU7mY/s1600/IMG_4519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476332447018112770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__XWIB11wI/AAAAAAAACBw/HT8_NJvU7mY/s320/IMG_4519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__XVxT-vvI/AAAAAAAACBo/SldQT_T4b-w/s1600/IMG_4525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476332440920178418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__XVxT-vvI/AAAAAAAACBo/SldQT_T4b-w/s320/IMG_4525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__XVsqYT4I/AAAAAAAACBg/DuC6Em7w0NQ/s1600/IMG_4531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476332439671951234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__XVsqYT4I/AAAAAAAACBg/DuC6Em7w0NQ/s320/IMG_4531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__XVWNzocI/AAAAAAAACBY/7o0o6_WxA38/s1600/IMG_4532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476332433646526914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__XVWNzocI/AAAAAAAACBY/7o0o6_WxA38/s320/IMG_4532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenny and I have been planning to take the kids to the beach for a while now. We just never picked a time. Last week, Kenny had his last day of school, and a week off before his summer schedule started. We figured it was the perfect time for a mini vacation. We normally stay in hotels when we go places, but we started looking into renting a condo this time around. It wasn't much more expensive, and the convenience of it was worth the little bit of extra we paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left early Tuesday morning. The kids did fantastic on the trip, and the weather was great for 2 hours and 45 minutes. When we pulled into Gulf Shores, a gigantic black cloud rolled in, and for the last 15 minutes of our trip, it poured. Kenny and I just looked at each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we got settled into the condo, it was still raining, so we were glad for the indoor pool at the condo. Avery is a fish, so she jumped right in. Braden has become a little more cautious this summer, so he stayed around the edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the rain stopped, so we headed out to the beach. Braden's words once we hit the sand were, "oh! It's yucky on my feet!" He must get that from his dad. I was glad he quickly changed his mind. He never did get used to the sand on his hands though. Avery ran up to the water and started jumping over waves. Braden screamed everytime we tried to get close. I finally talked him into sitting in my lap and letting the water run over our legs. Later on that day, he let me carry him into the water deeper. The waves were fun to jump over and through. Avery and Kenny had a ball in the bigger ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By then it was close to suppertime, and since it was Daddy and Avery's night to pick, they chose Pizza Hut. What a thrill..at the beach, and pizza, but it was good, and the company was great. After dinner, we went to the grocery store to get lunch for the next day. By the time we were finished there, the kids were falling asleep while walking so they went to bed when we got home. They spent the night in the same room, and they thought that was pretty neat. Until the next morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery is my sleep in girl, and Braden is my awake early boy. For some reason, he decided he needed to wake up even earlier than normal, and that in turn woke Avery up super early. We started the day at 5:50. Avery said, "Momma; I didn't sleep well because Braden talked all night long..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the morning at the beach, then came back to the condo for lunch. The kids were super ready for naps by then, and they slept for a good three hours. When they got up, we went to the outside pool, but the water was too cold, so we ended up at the beach again. We played there for a while then got cleaned up for supper. It was Braden's and my turn to choose that night. We went to the Gulf Island Grill. Much more coastal feel...very good food. We took the kids to the souvenier shops and then for ice cream before heading back to the condo for the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After another early wake up, we spent the next morning at the beach again. We met some really nice couples, whose kids and our kids had a ball playing with. They had little nets, and spent the day catching fish and hermit crabs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around lunchtime, we headed up to the condo, cleaned up, then packed up the car to leave. We stopped for lunch, then stopped again at the outlet mall for some shopping at Old Navy. I was excited to find a Stride Rite outlet and some extra extra wide shoes for Braden, at a very affordable price! We loaded up again, and the kids were asleep before we knew it. They slept for about two hours of the three that it took to get home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We topped the trip off by meeting Nonna and Big Daddy for dinner, then headed back to their place for some swimming. The kids fell into bed and slept very soundly until this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I laughed because Avery woke up before Braden this morning.   What a great trip!  Can't wait until we can go again!&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;&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/30283158-9212329408980908723?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/9212329408980908723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=9212329408980908723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/9212329408980908723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/9212329408980908723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/05/beach-trip-2010.html' title='Beach Trip 2010'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S__b7PTW-xI/AAAAAAAACEY/YFhjEVzsqVQ/s72-c/IMG_4362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-284395393619929237</id><published>2010-05-22T14:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:05:27.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery's 5th Birthday Party (67 photos), by Jamey Simpson</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3NDU1NTAwMDEwOSZwdD*xMjc*NTU1MTEwNTQ2JnA9NjUxMzIxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*yNjZkMWI*NmU5NmE*/NzIxYWUzYTJlMWY2MmNhNzA*NiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos2.walmart.com/walmart/fbshareredirect/p=637221274555050689/l=1522169004/g=3390109/redirectURL=share/otsi=SALBBL/AlbumID=3407256004/a=3390109_3390109/usercomments=I_xqd%20like%20to%20share%20my%20Walmart%20Digital%20Photo%20Center%20photos%20with%20you.%20Once%20you%20have%20checked%20out%20my%20photos%20you%20can%20order%20prints%20and%20upload%20your%20own%20photos%20to%20share./counttext=67%20photos/COBRAND_NAME=walmart/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos2.walmart.com/walmart/getimagetnurl/AlbumID=3407256004/a=3390109_3390109/'/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos2.walmart.com/walmart/fbshareredirect/p=637221274555050689/l=1522169004/g=3390109/redirectURL=share/otsi=SALBBL/AlbumID=3407256004/a=3390109_3390109/usercomments=I_xqd%20like%20to%20share%20my%20Walmart%20Digital%20Photo%20Center%20photos%20with%20you.%20Once%20you%20have%20checked%20out%20my%20photos%20you%20can%20order%20prints%20and%20upload%20your%20own%20photos%20to%20share./counttext=67%20photos/COBRAND_NAME=walmart/'&gt;I'd like to share my Walmart Digital Photo Center photos with you. Once you have checked out my photos you can order prints and upload your own photos to share.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-284395393619929237?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/284395393619929237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=284395393619929237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/284395393619929237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/284395393619929237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/05/averys-5th-birthday-party-67-photos-by.html' title='Avery&apos;s 5th Birthday Party (67 photos), by Jamey Simpson'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-3440034400514842465</id><published>2010-04-19T13:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:41:09.698-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><title type='text'>Getting My Sew On</title><content type='html'>I've been having the best time EVER, making outfits for Avery. I started out wanting to make a few pairs of shorts that were comfortable to play in.  Then I threw in a few tops that we could mix and match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hit a minor bump when my machine died mid-stitch. I was lucky enough to inherit my grandmother's Bernina, and have loved learning and using it over the past years. Well, apparently the main board decided to go out, and since it's a computerized machine, that means it's dead until I want to pour over $500 into getting it fixed. Of course that got pushed to the back burner for now, so I am blessed to have a friend who is letting me borrow hers until I can make some other sort of arrangement for a new machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several other ideas floating around in my head for different designs, and can't wait to tackle them! These are what we have so far. (There are also a few other pairs of shorts that I haven't taken pictures of...solid colors to go with the different shirts...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S8yilMjM5nI/AAAAAAAACAo/HIenoiB5ZTc/s1600/IMG_4003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461919208001300082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S8yilMjM5nI/AAAAAAAACAo/HIenoiB5ZTc/s320/IMG_4003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S8yik8x2ApI/AAAAAAAACAg/MlBZsbJmBMo/s1600/IMG_3973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461919203767747218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S8yik8x2ApI/AAAAAAAACAg/MlBZsbJmBMo/s320/IMG_3973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S8yikWBMTdI/AAAAAAAACAY/0d0HFQ1QwIw/s1600/IMG_3972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461919193363140050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S8yikWBMTdI/AAAAAAAACAY/0d0HFQ1QwIw/s320/IMG_3972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461919213447210418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S8yilg1m5bI/AAAAAAAACAw/5bCjepSMfRw/s320/IMG_4008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S8yikHIqezI/AAAAAAAACAQ/gvmbkO2558k/s1600/IMG_3951a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461919189367946034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S8yikHIqezI/AAAAAAAACAQ/gvmbkO2558k/s320/IMG_3951a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/30283158-3440034400514842465?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/3440034400514842465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=3440034400514842465' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3440034400514842465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3440034400514842465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/04/getting-my-sew-on.html' title='Getting My Sew On'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S8yilMjM5nI/AAAAAAAACAo/HIenoiB5ZTc/s72-c/IMG_4003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-8522072671097156950</id><published>2010-04-04T20:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:47:48.694-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is last year's Easter picture:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456463644090918562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S7lAxlPfZqI/AAAAAAAAB_o/sHERP7SOzqM/s320/IMG_2044.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's this year's progression.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456463658622457202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S7lAybYFFXI/AAAAAAAAB_w/UNrv1hjyh-E/s320/IMG_3986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456463666698461026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S7lAy5djH2I/AAAAAAAAB_4/qPb2-mFG8So/s320/IMG_3987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456463670734736338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S7lAzIf3y9I/AAAAAAAACAA/-JUniVSJ-ng/s320/IMG_3988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456463674642643138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S7lAzXDluMI/AAAAAAAACAI/YTQ5tkPbnZs/s320/IMG_3989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...and he's spent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-8522072671097156950?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/8522072671097156950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=8522072671097156950' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8522072671097156950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8522072671097156950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S7lAxlPfZqI/AAAAAAAAB_o/sHERP7SOzqM/s72-c/IMG_2044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-3956448270238187783</id><published>2010-03-24T11:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:42:48.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Fences, cruise ships and sinks.</title><content type='html'>There I was, working on our fence that our dog keeps getting out of.  Avery, Braden and our newest buddy, Chance, were playing 'cruise ship' on the swingset.  I had the door open so they could go in and out to the bathroom.  (I should have learned my lesson about this from the previous open door post...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty smug because everyone was getting along, coming and going; having a great time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed Braden follow Avery into the bathroom but came out shortly after she did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No biggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until about 30 minutes later when Avery and Chance ran out telling me water was "running over the edge of the sink!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  Braden.  Water on.  Flooded bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I thought my biggest worry of the day would be the blisters that were forming from the fence-mending...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-3956448270238187783?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/3956448270238187783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=3956448270238187783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3956448270238187783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3956448270238187783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/03/fences-cruise-ships-and-sinks.html' title='Fences, cruise ships and sinks.'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-458828847953902494</id><published>2010-03-20T20:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:41:40.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Recipe for Disaster...</title><content type='html'>Words cannot describe how much the kids and I are enjoying this fabulous spring weather! We have been outside everyday for hours at a time. A new routine has begun since after naps there is actually daylight left. The kids get up, and we all go outside to play. After a few hours, I head inside to start supper while the kids continue their play. I prop the back door open so I can hear them; this also allows them to come and go if they need me or need to get a drink. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who have not seen our back steps, they are a little scary to say the least. I've provided a picture so you can see the steep, concrete, coupled with no railing. This obviously makes me nervous because Braden sometimes has trouble with his center of gravity, and Avery is, well...clumsy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450894848231367266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6V3_ADWYmI/AAAAAAAAB-I/R-HtSNBlgJI/s320/IMG_3930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was no different, except that one of the neighbor's kids was here playing too. (That's a side story in itself. I love the fact that my kids are getting old enough to have friends over to play with by themselves...this week, two of the four neighbor's kids have been over to play...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...imagine: back door propped open. Me, back and forth between dining room and kitchen. Braden, in and out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All moms out there know the zone you get in where you hear the things going on around you, but aren't necessarily focused in on them...imagine me in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another piece of this puzzle: Braden's police motorcycle that Santa brought him. He loves this, but it stays inside most of the time because it's small enough to ride around inside, and I don't want the wheels to get all messed up if he takes it outside. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450894841177820866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6V3-lxpzsI/AAAAAAAAB-A/4fIcPu_5LZY/s320/IMG_3929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Back to the not really focused zone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I faintly hear Braden say, "I get my poyeece motosicul..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The statement barely registers with me. I hear him hop on his police motorcycle and head off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I realize the door. Propped open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the cries begin; followed with Avery's screams, "he drove..well, not really drove..he flipped down the stairs!" (Braden never cries about falls, bumps, etc. unless he is truly hurting.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bolt to the door not knowing what to expect. Broken bones? Gashes? Missing teeth? At least blood? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None. of. the. above!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is truly good. What could have been a night in the ER was only a minor abrasion on his face and hand. Wow. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450894855772834994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6V3_cJYDLI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/rRHngCtrdBM/s320/IMG_3931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than the fact that he wasn't hurt, I am so so so glad that I didn't have to see it happen. My heart was pounding enough at the thought of what could have been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, poor Avery will probably have nightmares tonight. &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/30283158-458828847953902494?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/458828847953902494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=458828847953902494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/458828847953902494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/458828847953902494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/03/recipe-for-disaster.html' title='Recipe for Disaster...'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6V3_ADWYmI/AAAAAAAAB-I/R-HtSNBlgJI/s72-c/IMG_3930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-8467350908713175023</id><published>2010-03-19T21:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:06:53.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odyssey'/><title type='text'>My Knight</title><content type='html'>My beloved rodeo decided that she was past her prime and started making her aches and pains known a little while back. Nothing major, but the little things started adding up into a pile of big bills in order to get her back to normal. Kenny and I had been tossing around the idea of a larger vehicle anyway.  So instead of pouring money into the the rodeo, we decided we should trade it in while there was still some value left, then use the money we would have spent to fix as a down payment on something newer.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450545915822141474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6Q6odiI8CI/AAAAAAAAB9o/wtROTFSOg2E/s320/IMG_3900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been doing some wishful perusing prior to the actual looking, so I knew a little bit about what our options were going to be. We knew we were in no hurry to buy because we truly did not have to get a newer vehicle, and I think that made the process a little more enjoyable. (Plus, jumping back into the car payment realm after having been out of it for so long was a little daunting.) In the past, when searching for a new car, we have had in mind exactly what we wanted. This time around we just had an idea: a SUV with a third row, or a (gasp) minivan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenny's mom came to watch the kids one day so we could go out, uninterrupted, to do a little shopping. We found a few options that day and were on our way home when I caught a glimpse of a Honda Odyssey sitting in a small lot. After a wild u-turn (not really wild, just normal), we checked that one out. Of course we went home thinking the price was just too high because it was loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joked with Kenny that if he wanted to be my knight in shining armor, he could go buy that one for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me to not get attached since I hadn't even driven it because it was out of our range.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the next few days, we did some internet shopping and comparing. I soon began to realize that I of course do have an opinion, and my choices were narrowing because I admittedly have expensive taste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After not much luck finding something elsewhere, we found ourselves back at the Odyssey.  I got to test drive it this time.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My knight mounted his white horse and began to haggle. He got the guy down pretty low...and a pretty good offer for our precious rodeo as a trade. Alas, that day was not the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, more haggling...dealing with bank loan, and walah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beauty sitting in my driveway, with a pricetag we can afford! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450545928840141282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6Q6pOB32eI/AAAAAAAAB94/W4lbooyTUA0/s320/IMG_3903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450545920792000466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6Q6owDC99I/AAAAAAAAB9w/5lrYy5U3k5E/s320/IMG_3901.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/30283158-8467350908713175023?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/8467350908713175023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=8467350908713175023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8467350908713175023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8467350908713175023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-knight.html' title='My Knight'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6Q6odiI8CI/AAAAAAAAB9o/wtROTFSOg2E/s72-c/IMG_3900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-112230986459564457</id><published>2010-02-08T13:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:18:20.712-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>To Do's...</title><content type='html'>I forget how much I enjoy sewing until I begin a new project. Of course there can be frustrations; like when the bobbin runs out at the most inopportune time, or if a needle breaks...but for the most part, sewing is relaxing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was inspired by &lt;a href="http://paigeandbrooke.blogspot.com/2010/01/valentine-shirts.html"&gt;Paige and Brooke&lt;/a&gt;. They are so talented, and I love how they share their ideas and how to accomplish them through tutorials. I have always enjoyed appliqueing (sp?) things, and Paige and Brooke's tutorial kicked me into gear to make Avery a valentine shirt. While Avery was at school, Braden and I ventured to Hobby Lobby to find some fun fabric. That evening, Avery sat in my lap and helped me complete the project. It was so much fun letting her learn to thread the machine, choose the stitch, and adjust knobs. I love the fact that she is interested in sewing. I shouldn't be surprised because she loves to learn. Braden also sat up in the chair next to us, so if felt like both of them helped so much. I think that's why this one feels extra special. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435962675729635266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S3BrQKsll8I/AAAAAAAAB9g/kJGKN4DXjww/s320/IMG_3819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I finished Avery's shirt, I felt like I should make something for Braden. Since I couldn't think of anything that wouldn't look too girlie for valentine's attire, I revisited a pillow I started for him a long time ago. We're talking, probably over a year ago! When Avery was about two, I found some fun fabric, and I made a pillow for her. (Solid pink on the back with a zipper for easy cleaning.) She has always loved to prop up on it and watch movies, or use it in her room to hold her door. It has served many uses. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435961542997721026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S3BqOO8QP8I/AAAAAAAAB8w/QMOUojTqjq0/s320/IMG_3820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day about a year ago, I found matching fabric, but in boy colors! I was super excited, so I came home that day, cut everything out, had the zipper pinned on to sew in, but had to put the project away before I finished it because I had company coming. (My dining room table serves as my sewing table.) So, a year later, I found that it was pretty silly that everything was ready to be finished, it just wasn't stitched up! (His is blue on the back with a zipper.) When Braden woke up from his nap to see his "couch" (he gets that and pillow confused apparently), he ran over, and fell onto it saying, "my couch! my own couch!" Now they get to prop up on matching pillows to watch their shows.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435961538441550226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S3BqN99-mZI/AAAAAAAAB8o/7yuxD5EE_Uo/s320/IMG_3815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Since I finished Avery's valentine's shirt, I've been wanting to make her another. So, when I found this turtle neck at Target for $.94, there was just no excuse to wait any longer. We went today to pick out fabric. She chose this one...not quite what I would have picked, but it has sparkles, so there was no contest in her book. I wanted to put a fun 'A' on it, but she wants a butterfly. I have strict instructions not to work on it while she's napping because she wants to help. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435961548035866818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S3BqOhtcQMI/AAAAAAAAB9A/hWc4LnKUlRo/s320/IMG_3822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were out and about, I remembered two pairs of Avery's pants that still fit her great, but she has worn holes in the knees. So, we ventured over to the patches section and Avery made her picks. When we got home, I barely had my bag down before Avery was begging to fix her pants. I stitched up the holes; don't know if that's necessary, but I thought it might hold better, then Avery applied the patches. I did the ironing of course, and I might tack them on as well to reinforce them. At any rate, Avery is ecstatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435962225327104226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S3Bq180QYOI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/BHkdtTSGTgM/s320/IMG_3817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S3Bq2Em9jiI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/SM5O6rEzZHI/s1600-h/IMG_3818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435962227418828322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S3Bq2Em9jiI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/SM5O6rEzZHI/s320/IMG_3818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I'm trying to decide if I should try to get the house in order or start on another project! (I'm so tempted to start the butterfly....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-112230986459564457?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/112230986459564457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=112230986459564457' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/112230986459564457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/112230986459564457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-dos.html' title='To Do&apos;s...'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S3BrQKsll8I/AAAAAAAAB9g/kJGKN4DXjww/s72-c/IMG_3819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-3481947450058698932</id><published>2010-02-01T13:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:43:35.285-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Who Knew</title><content type='html'>That bruises came in all shapes and sizes? Well, we all know that really, but who knew they came in the shape of HEARTS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433362928529224274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S2cuy9rCslI/AAAAAAAAB8g/wWG-GMaFvAc/s320/IMG_3792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-3481947450058698932?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/3481947450058698932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=3481947450058698932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3481947450058698932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3481947450058698932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S2cuy9rCslI/AAAAAAAAB8g/wWG-GMaFvAc/s72-c/IMG_3792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-6801039718245312568</id><published>2010-01-26T16:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:27:11.767-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pleasant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='content'/><title type='text'>Sun Spot Day</title><content type='html'>I have hit a point in my life where I am super happy. Nothing in particular can be pin pointed, but it's just been nice to enjoy my kids, my husband, and realize that I've got it pretty good! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids obviously have their ups and downs with each other and with me, but for the most part they are so great and pleasant to be around. We have been enjoying our time at home together, and I believe I will probably ache when I don't have Avery with me each day when the time comes for her to go to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our family (with the exception of Kenny) enjoys being outdoors. I don't know if it's the smell, the sun, or the pure freedom of it all; regardless, it's one of the kids and my favorite places to be. Of course since it is winter right now, time spent outside is few and far between. So, on sunny days, we pretend it's nice out, and open our blinds as high as they will go. The other day in particular, the sun not only warmed our bodies, but my heart and mind as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture the rare occasion where the house is clean from hosting small group the night before. Remember that we have &lt;a href="http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-buns-and-mad-dancers.html"&gt;three large windows &lt;/a&gt;on one wall in our living room. The rays were beaming in, leaving sun spots on the floor. In one sun spot sat Avery, building a little tower with her legos. In another sat Braden, building his tower of legos. And in the final spot, lay the dog, Barlow, basking in the warmth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was no chit chat, no arguing, no screaming; just the hint of music playing in the background and the thumping of my proud heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a pleasant day. I will recall it always as Sun Spot Day. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431178304993070946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S19r5Izrj2I/AAAAAAAAB8I/qoBRl59JxCM/s320/IMG_3801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431178302045588482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S19r4908jAI/AAAAAAAAB8A/6uM7OkYcB9M/s320/IMG_3799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431178306667676034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S19r5PC8AYI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Wcg5xX1vHoA/s320/IMG_3804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-6801039718245312568?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/6801039718245312568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=6801039718245312568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6801039718245312568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6801039718245312568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/01/sun-spot-day.html' title='Sun Spot Day'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S19r5Izrj2I/AAAAAAAAB8I/qoBRl59JxCM/s72-c/IMG_3801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-4292780771187588669</id><published>2010-01-25T14:43:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:36:23.203-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jon and stacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catch up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Catch up....seems like all my posts say that</title><content type='html'>&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;I let myself get behind again. The other day I tried to figure out why I haven't blogged in so long, and I decided it was because most of my kid quirps end up going in my facebook status instead of creating them into a full-blown blog post. The facebook status is nice when I don't have a lot of time. However, it also is a hindrance because it does not allow me to save it in my 'journal,' or share the entire hilarity of said kids' comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say all of this to say, I hope to be back on the bandwagon in the blog world. I realized I did not post anything about Thansgiving or Christmas! Shame on me. And now, since both holidays are so far removed, no one really wants to read about them, much less me type about them. As stated earlier, I do want to jot down a few things about each so I can remember them in years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14OewkWpxI/AAAAAAAAB7w/YL2uRZuzdc8/s1600-h/Picture+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430794122251642642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14OewkWpxI/AAAAAAAAB7w/YL2uRZuzdc8/s320/Picture+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanksgiving was fantastic as usual! Per our tradition, our great friends, Jon and Stacy, were able to come with their chillins, Lawson and Jordan, to stay a few days and enjoy the festivities. Stacy and I realized our tradition, which feels like started yesterday, is now going on eight years...maybe nine..it's been too long since we've calculated, that I can't even remember now. Either way, it's been a long time. We've been in each other's lives since the summer after Jon and Stacy were married. Our paths have seen ups and downs in our own lives, as well as the lives of others. We all celebrated the announcement of their first child, Lawson, then again with the announcement of Avery's impending birth five months after that. Kenny and I were able to welcome Lawson into the world, then the Stacy's did the same with Avery. A few years down the road, Jordan came along. We were already in Montgomery, but we were so happy to travel to see their new one! Later on, Braden came along, and they helped us celebrate that as well. It's been great to share so many of life's experiences and 'firsts' with another couple who loves the Lord like our family does. It feels like we've grown up together, and now are kids are getting to do the same thing.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14NuH2D7II/AAAAAAAAB7o/_RihTFN9wH8/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430793286686338178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14NuH2D7II/AAAAAAAAB7o/_RihTFN9wH8/s320/Picture+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14NcDl3M0I/AAAAAAAAB7g/7fpXOX4QFDg/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430792976307008322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14NcDl3M0I/AAAAAAAAB7g/7fpXOX4QFDg/s320/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14KYIY_m9I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/YQGZmdPeqRo/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430789610340850642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14KYIY_m9I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/YQGZmdPeqRo/s320/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14Lg35PSlI/AAAAAAAAB6o/pHjkzl04VxU/s1600-h/Picture+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430790860043143762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14Lg35PSlI/AAAAAAAAB6o/pHjkzl04VxU/s320/Picture+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving was also fun because Kenny's dad, and brothers, Tom, Jon and Kirk were in town too! Their mom had returned to Colorado to tie up loose ends with their house. I don't even think I've blogged about the fact that Kenny's family has moved here! Kirk is a senior in high school this year, and is going to school where Kenny teaches. It's been fun having family around since we've gone our whole marriage without having any family in town with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course another favorite part of any Thanksgiving is having tons of other friends around as well. Dawn and Chris were also here, and we got to enjoy their baby, Brady's, first Thanksgiving! Stacy and I ventured out again on Black Friday. I used to not have any desire to do that, but we have now completed two Black Friday operations, and come away with great deals and most of the kids' Christmas presents. We hope to continue that tradition as well!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14KXy11NaI/AAAAAAAAB6I/sl-LgpLUfGg/s1600-h/Picture+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430789604556223906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14KXy11NaI/AAAAAAAAB6I/sl-LgpLUfGg/s320/Picture+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's fast forward to Christmas. We stayed here this year. Normally we do a lot of traveling, but since Kenny's family was here, my parents and brother decided they would come here too! It was such a fun time sharing dinner, movies and great fellowship together. Avery and Braden were so blessed to have both sets of grands, as well as four uncles and one aunt to celebrate with.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14L9V1zizI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/1kX32ggPeZo/s1600-h/IMG_3744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430791349118143282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14L9V1zizI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/1kX32ggPeZo/s320/IMG_3744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so behind with things this year that I did not manage to get Christmas cards out. Some of the best pictures I got of the kids were when they were in their pajamas. I guess those would have been our choice to send out, had we printed cards. We also found one family picture in the mix. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14LhI1N5ZI/AAAAAAAAB6w/DH5OKsGF6Mk/s1600-h/IMG_3588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430790864589677970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14LhI1N5ZI/AAAAAAAAB6w/DH5OKsGF6Mk/s320/IMG_3588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14LhfxJWXI/AAAAAAAAB64/EPZ83ZxpsRc/s1600-h/IMG_3589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430790870746618226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14LhfxJWXI/AAAAAAAAB64/EPZ83ZxpsRc/s320/IMG_3589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14LhtKPZ4I/AAAAAAAAB7A/HtTm-JsZaeY/s1600-h/IMG_3591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430790874341533570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14LhtKPZ4I/AAAAAAAAB7A/HtTm-JsZaeY/s320/IMG_3591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14LhzlLH0I/AAAAAAAAB7I/8MYQtoOiYKU/s1600-h/IMG_3677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430790876065111874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14LhzlLH0I/AAAAAAAAB7I/8MYQtoOiYKU/s320/IMG_3677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that I've caught up on November and December, I've realized that January has come, and is almost gone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not one to really make resolutions, but I have decided to have a more positive outlook on life, people, friends, everything! So far so good...of course I've hit my fare share of bumps, but my new attitude has made living much more fun. I challenge everyone to do the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/30283158-4292780771187588669?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/4292780771187588669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=4292780771187588669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4292780771187588669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4292780771187588669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/01/catch-upseems-like-all-my-posts-say.html' title='Catch up....seems like all my posts say that'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S14OewkWpxI/AAAAAAAAB7w/YL2uRZuzdc8/s72-c/Picture+175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-931072935565236102</id><published>2010-01-11T12:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:08:59.834-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookie tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>The Cookie Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S0t2lTbp9aI/AAAAAAAAB54/DuJduiQVvyA/s1600-h/Picture+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425560559341401506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S0t2lTbp9aI/AAAAAAAAB54/DuJduiQVvyA/s320/Picture+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Avery, Braden and I were enjoying a cookie for our dessert when Avery began her latest quandry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Momma; why did Cookie Monster have to use magic to grow a cookie tree?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed, and recalled the Sesame Street episode from which her question arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, God only decided to make apple, peaches, cherry, pecan,...(blah blah blah)....trees." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought for a minute then said, "Oh. Well, it's just too bad that God didn't decide to make cookie trees. Then we would have always have PLENTY of cookies!" (picture arms opening wide here...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and added, "Well. I think God knows best because He realizes if we were walking along and ate too many apples, or peaches, or something like that, we would probably be ok because they are healthy. But if we were walking along and came upon a cookie tree, we might eat too much and get sick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued munching. I thought she had completed her thought. I moved on to cleaning up Braden's chocolatey hands and face, then headed to the kitchen. Soon I heard the following from the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well; since God can do anything, he could make a cookie tree with just the right amount of cookies on it so if we ate them all, we wouldn't get sick."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-931072935565236102?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/931072935565236102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=931072935565236102' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/931072935565236102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/931072935565236102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2010/01/cookie-tree.html' title='The Cookie Tree'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S0t2lTbp9aI/AAAAAAAAB54/DuJduiQVvyA/s72-c/Picture+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-2162672068327766682</id><published>2009-11-22T23:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:03:18.864-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>My Joys. My Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SwoXgJRpXeI/AAAAAAAAB5w/w2Fro0s7OZk/s1600/avery+braden+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407160143624887778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SwoXgJRpXeI/AAAAAAAAB5w/w2Fro0s7OZk/s320/avery+braden+cropped.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/30283158-2162672068327766682?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/2162672068327766682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=2162672068327766682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2162672068327766682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2162672068327766682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-joys-my-life.html' title='My Joys. My Life.'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SwoXgJRpXeI/AAAAAAAAB5w/w2Fro0s7OZk/s72-c/avery+braden+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-2134215285879656932</id><published>2009-11-01T15:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:20:51.472-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two years old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catch up'/><title type='text'>Fair, Birthday Bash, and Halloween Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be completely honest, I'm so far behind, and I just don't have the patience to post a bunch of pics here, so I'm going to put more albums on my facebook account.  Just wanted to put a few teasers here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alabama National Fair 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399246494137836946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Su36FHnb5ZI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/bB4p2GTZrU8/s320/Picture+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Braden's Birthday Party -- 2 Years Old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399246497582289954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Su36FUcqFCI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/O3aeTfdkxj0/s320/Picture+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Fall Festival at Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Su36Fqd7k3I/AAAAAAAAB5g/D31xmr-BFYE/s1600-h/Picture+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399246503493210994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Su36Fqd7k3I/AAAAAAAAB5g/D31xmr-BFYE/s320/Picture+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trick or Treating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399246507022538418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Su36F3nY1rI/AAAAAAAAB5o/prDmMggac0s/s320/Picture+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also going on: Volleyball season has come to a close.  We made it to the State playoffs, one of the Elite 8 Teams present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny's football team is in the playoffs this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently spent some time in Texas with my family.  Although I was there for my Papa's funeral, it was a treasured time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to say, but I'm not in the mindset right now to say it all.  I truly am blessed to have such a wonderful family.  This is a joyous time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-2134215285879656932?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/2134215285879656932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=2134215285879656932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2134215285879656932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2134215285879656932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/11/fair-birthday-bash-and-halloween.html' title='Fair, Birthday Bash, and Halloween Festivities'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Su36FHnb5ZI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/bB4p2GTZrU8/s72-c/Picture+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-8546181480320496609</id><published>2009-09-24T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:02:24.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad &quot;do&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>Oh Man!</title><content type='html'>I sat down in the salon chair with a picture of myself from college when I had my hair in a short bob. I said, "it could be a little longer than that, but I definately don't want it shorter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady said, "Ok." then started cutting. She made all of the appropriate parts. Then began the cut. Her first layer was way shorter than I ever remember anyone cutting. When she was about to start the second layer, she called someone over (the managing cosmopolitan) and said to me, "show her your picture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager looked and said, "ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first woman answered with a shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager lady, "It's just a bob cut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original lady said, "but she wants it stacked..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager lady speaks. "That's what a bob is; don't you know how to do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original lady: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "THEN WHY DID YOU TAKE SCISSORS TO MY HAIR IN THE FIRST PLACE AFTER I SHOWED YOU AN EXACT PHOTOGRAPH OF WHAT I WANTED, AND YOU KNEW FROM THE START YOU DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!!????!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all in my head of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my heart stopped for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to move to the manager's chair for her to 'fix' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's going to be shorter than the picture," she states. "So sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-confrontational me says, "Well, make it look as long as you possibly can. The picture was cutting it close to my too-short comfort zone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original lady continues to hover and "learn" during what has turned into a teaching sesson. "Never cut shorter than their hairline...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stopped listening at that point. I picked up a few, "that's because of that first cut you made..." and "see how your parts were crooked? that would have messed up the whole cut in the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me the cut was messed up from the beginning; not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was all said and done. My neck had been shaved...yes, shaved, and I got to only pay for a child's cut. Lucky me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, get Sharon's (manager lady) card because unlike original lady, she &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;be allowed to touch my hair again. She turned a disaster into an uncomfortable for me (and Kenny), but yet still ok hairstyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When asked about how she likes my haircut, Avery states, "Part of it is okay. I like the front, but the back looks like a boy." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, baby; that makes me feel so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SrvCDQr_LII/AAAAAAAAB5I/6RKo27Ec1VI/s1600-h/IMG_3106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385111140726418562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SrvCDQr_LII/AAAAAAAAB5I/6RKo27Ec1VI/s320/IMG_3106.JPG" /&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/30283158-8546181480320496609?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/8546181480320496609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=8546181480320496609' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8546181480320496609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8546181480320496609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-man.html' title='Oh Man!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SrvCDQr_LII/AAAAAAAAB5I/6RKo27Ec1VI/s72-c/IMG_3106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-6741381005460037177</id><published>2009-09-23T10:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:01:29.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tackle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Tackle!</title><content type='html'>For those who may not know, now that we are in season, Avery comes to volleyball practice with me, and Braden goes to football practice with Kenny.  It really has worked out better than I ever imagined, and it's hilarious noticing what each pick up from their experiences each afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braden has become quite the aggressive one.  He's a boy.  He loves his sister.  He watches boys tackle each other everyday.  Put it all together, and you get the following:  (Pardon Avery's nakedness.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e5d7be8ce25102c" 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://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e5d7be8ce25102c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329942951%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46FA19C5823C31C701CC30FC2F261B96B25FD70F.45B8DEF8CCD0027F2213EFD99B17D01E099055AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e5d7be8ce25102c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcmKMKbo1ZzBDxuIgZv3gxM3YGqM&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://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e5d7be8ce25102c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329942951%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46FA19C5823C31C701CC30FC2F261B96B25FD70F.45B8DEF8CCD0027F2213EFD99B17D01E099055AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e5d7be8ce25102c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcmKMKbo1ZzBDxuIgZv3gxM3YGqM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He used to wait until people were ready, but now Braden has started tackling people when they are taken off guard.  It really is funny....hilarious actually when they don't expect it.  As long as no one gets hurt, and it's usually the older kid who does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-6741381005460037177?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7e5d7be8ce25102c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/6741381005460037177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=6741381005460037177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6741381005460037177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6741381005460037177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/09/tackle.html' title='Tackle!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-3470284449121848995</id><published>2009-09-16T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:09:53.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gymnast'/><title type='text'>Our Gymnast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Due to the crazy schedule of what is our life right now, Avery has had to take a break from gymnastics class. We fully intend to pick back up where we left off once I get out of volleyball season, but for now we just get to practice at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381396068460756722" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sq6PNmBJfvI/AAAAAAAAB4w/aX1tp87mfPY/s320/IMG_3077.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381396077168886818" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sq6POGdVBCI/AAAAAAAAB44/9GA-tLjPvpU/s320/IMG_3076.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381396082524451602" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sq6POaaMcxI/AAAAAAAAB5A/Zkzb3lBVvYQ/s320/IMG_3075.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a pretty great hand stand if you ask me! (She accidentally flipped all the way over, but since there were no injuries, it was fun for all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-3470284449121848995?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/3470284449121848995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=3470284449121848995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3470284449121848995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3470284449121848995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-gymnast.html' title='Our Gymnast'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sq6PNmBJfvI/AAAAAAAAB4w/aX1tp87mfPY/s72-c/IMG_3077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-2479758826491874822</id><published>2009-09-14T13:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:42:28.170-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barlow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>A Boy And His Dog</title><content type='html'>Having a dog is tiring. Especially one who loves to chew. on. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But everytime I see this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381394633498417074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sq6N6EXd17I/AAAAAAAAB4o/zXqJl-tbrr4/s320/IMG_3068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381394626623774514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sq6N5qwbHzI/AAAAAAAAB4g/pmfCkuHOJRs/s320/IMG_3066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember why we have one in the first place.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-2479758826491874822?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/2479758826491874822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=2479758826491874822' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2479758826491874822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2479758826491874822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/09/boy-and-his-dog.html' title='A Boy And His Dog'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sq6N6EXd17I/AAAAAAAAB4o/zXqJl-tbrr4/s72-c/IMG_3068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1784182032453178638</id><published>2009-09-08T14:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:21:19.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>We have been blessed with the fact that Avery is going to be attending K4 where we attend church. She is so excited that she gets to spend two days of the week feeling like a big girl. Her only problem was that she wanted to ride the bus to school! I had to tell her that there wasn't a bus to take her to school and that I would have to suffice. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The part I was not excited about this morning was having to wake both kids up! That is never fun to do. When they are sleeping...let them sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177917802804738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sqat0O5C9gI/AAAAAAAAB34/ZCD3qJ114-0/s320/IMG_3051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The minute Avery's eyes were open, she remembered what a special day it was and ran to get her lunchbox then stood by the door....with no clothes on. Then she realized she needed to put the clothes on she had so carefully picked out the night before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was in such a hurry to get to school, she wanted to bipass the whole picture taking thing, but I insisted. The results are as follows. You can see the progression from not too thrilled to terribly excited once we got to her classroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Braden and I got to spend some quality time with each other. We aren't used to that, and I think it will be good for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we picked Avery up, she filled us in on how she wrote the letter A over and over and over and over. Then she wrote a lower case a over and over and over and over. She also mentioned that her teacher told them about snakes. Then she got to be the leader when they went to the playground. She also said she sat by a new friend named Adalyn, not her young friend Adalyn, but a much bigger one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also shared some thoughts that she had told her teacher. Kids really have no filters, but I love it. I'm sure her teacher will think our family is crazy by the end of it all. Oh well; we are so there! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177925575163570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sqat0r2HvrI/AAAAAAAAB4A/GR7XNA5koPM/s320/IMG_3052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177931621403522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sqat1CXqC4I/AAAAAAAAB4I/fn4JNwyMJgI/s320/IMG_3053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177936062400802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sqat1S6eSSI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/MtWj1u-fJp0/s320/IMG_3058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177940594873218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sqat1jzGU4I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/SRf_CoP-jis/s320/IMG_3060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-1784182032453178638?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1784182032453178638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1784182032453178638' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1784182032453178638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1784182032453178638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sqat0O5C9gI/AAAAAAAAB34/ZCD3qJ114-0/s72-c/IMG_3051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-2839657044396777106</id><published>2009-08-21T12:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:31:45.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wal-Mart'/><title type='text'>Throw-Down In The Aisles of Wal-Mart</title><content type='html'>Today the kids and I ventured out to run a few errands. First stop Wal-Mart. I know people hold strong feelings toward whether or not they like that store. Personally, I don't have a problem with the store itself, other than the fact that they don't have some things in stock that I need/want (but that's a whole other post in itself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the story at hand. We had been there for probably an hour. We weren't there on a mission, just a leisurely outing to pick up a few items, plus look at the kid toys per Avery's request. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I'm biased and think my children are beautiful, but I was backed with other comments throughout our shopping experience. We enjoyed our normal shares of "how cute they are!" and "what a basketful of joy you have there!" followed with "such sweet siblings!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to the check out lines something cute caught my eye, so I veered to take a closer look. That's when it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A woman started walking toward us, staring daggers right at Braden. I was a bit confused, but prepared myself to say 'thank you' to her assumed oncoming, "what a cutie" remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a grouchy mumble ensued as she continued past us, now making direct eye contact with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My gracious smile disappeared as her words sunk in: "that child's hair is entirely too long for him to be a boy!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mouth dropped open, and I was speechless. Who. Is. She. That she thinks she has the right to tell me how my son's hair should be? As I gathered my thoughts, I stared after her wondering if I should chase her down and inform her of all of her unfortunate style choices she had made that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would make me just like her, so I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I decided that she was probably just jealous that Braden's blonde hair is his true color, and she will never get such natural looking curly locks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the mother in me still wanted to take her out back and show her a thing or two.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372470668409120866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/So7Zm7y7KGI/AAAAAAAAB3o/xnlPml1bEsM/s320/IMG_2972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372470674740165938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/So7ZnTYXPTI/AAAAAAAAB3w/xy3_83zOdd0/s320/IMG_2976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-2839657044396777106?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/2839657044396777106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=2839657044396777106' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2839657044396777106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2839657044396777106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/08/throw-down-in-aisles-of-wal-mart.html' title='Throw-Down In The Aisles of Wal-Mart'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/So7Zm7y7KGI/AAAAAAAAB3o/xnlPml1bEsM/s72-c/IMG_2972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-578517785760074391</id><published>2009-08-15T20:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:40:08.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet story'/><title type='text'>She's So Proud</title><content type='html'>My sweet Avery had a birthday party to go to today. So, as last minute as I am these days, we went shopping for the birthday present yesterday. Avery was very careful to pick out just the right toy for her friend. As we were on the wrapping paper aisle, we found some plain brown paper. I asked Avery if she would like to make her own wrapping paper. She was ecstatic about the idea. Once we got home, ate lunch, and put Braden down for a nap, it was time to create her masterpiece. Avery was very careful to decide what she wanted to draw, which colors she wanted to use, and how much space she wanted to take up. When she finished coloring, she wanted to help wrap. Once the packaging was complete, she proclaimed that she needed to have her picture taken with her work of art. She was so cute!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370370008932469618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SodjEdbUy3I/AAAAAAAAB3g/EsTIvir86RA/s320/IMG_2979.JPG" border="0" /&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/30283158-578517785760074391?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/578517785760074391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=578517785760074391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/578517785760074391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/578517785760074391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/08/shes-so-proud.html' title='She&apos;s So Proud'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SodjEdbUy3I/AAAAAAAAB3g/EsTIvir86RA/s72-c/IMG_2979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-754175310015596835</id><published>2009-08-07T13:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:24:18.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consignment sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pricing'/><title type='text'>Suggestions....??</title><content type='html'>I am planning on participating in my first ever consignment sale...selling that is.  I have participated in buying several different times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was wanting was advice from those out there who have done this before...how should I price?  I want things to sell, but I want to just give it away....Help!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-754175310015596835?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/754175310015596835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=754175310015596835' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/754175310015596835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/754175310015596835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/08/suggestions.html' title='Suggestions....??'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-773949363420777276</id><published>2009-07-29T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:00:08.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic strip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>My Life These Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Smy3_Qtz8HI/AAAAAAAAB3U/E7mKjXzFToU/s1600-h/IMG_2901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362863553738174578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Smy3_Qtz8HI/AAAAAAAAB3U/E7mKjXzFToU/s320/IMG_2901.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/30283158-773949363420777276?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/773949363420777276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=773949363420777276' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/773949363420777276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/773949363420777276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-life-these-days.html' title='My Life These Days'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Smy3_Qtz8HI/AAAAAAAAB3U/E7mKjXzFToU/s72-c/IMG_2901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-6625680117834325700</id><published>2009-07-28T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:00:02.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Up and Down!</title><content type='html'>When we were in Huntsville, we ventured to the mall for a bit.  When Avery saw this, she decided she really wanted to try it out.  At first she loved it, then halfway through she got a little nervous, but ended her time with some very, very high jumps!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362862181039037090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Smy2vXA1WqI/AAAAAAAAB3M/mNd3buc6UAQ/s320/IMG_2863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire time Avery jumped, little man screamed the entire time!  He acted like his feelings were hurt that we did not offer for him to have a turn!  So, a turn he got.  This picture does not show the sheer excitedness that his squeals told.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362861672726560338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Smy2RxZsflI/AAAAAAAAB20/zVcWyQMpBMc/s320/IMG_2870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-6625680117834325700?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/6625680117834325700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=6625680117834325700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6625680117834325700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6625680117834325700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/07/up-and-down.html' title='Up and Down!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Smy2vXA1WqI/AAAAAAAAB3M/mNd3buc6UAQ/s72-c/IMG_2863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-6035297769470081351</id><published>2009-07-27T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:00:03.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Braden's First Haircut</title><content type='html'>Braden has the cutest curls that sometime flip out, but other times decide to go to sleep, thus making him look like he has a mullet. I have been putting off Braden's first cut because once a child gets it, they lose their baby look and you can never get it back! After great urging from Daddy, I decided it was time to trim up the back a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was happy with the finished product because he still looked like a baby, and was able to keep his curls, only without the mullet! We were not able to get the "after" picture because he was ready to "gi dow!" (Get down in Braden language.)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SmyviR5xiuI/AAAAAAAAB2s/aCinBa4zW0U/s1600-h/IMG_2844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362854259747556066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SmyviR5xiuI/AAAAAAAAB2s/aCinBa4zW0U/s320/IMG_2844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SmyviEoJMrI/AAAAAAAAB2k/gkCGvCx5lqQ/s1600-h/IMG_2843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362854256183947954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SmyviEoJMrI/AAAAAAAAB2k/gkCGvCx5lqQ/s320/IMG_2843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Smyvh1kYXzI/AAAAAAAAB2U/742TZYtZIsY/s1600-h/IMG_2841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362854252141633330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Smyvh1kYXzI/AAAAAAAAB2U/742TZYtZIsY/s320/IMG_2841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SmyviPoG9KI/AAAAAAAAB2c/lPJ9Gsno6xI/s1600-h/IMG_2842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362854259136591010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SmyviPoG9KI/AAAAAAAAB2c/lPJ9Gsno6xI/s320/IMG_2842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-6035297769470081351?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/6035297769470081351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=6035297769470081351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6035297769470081351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6035297769470081351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/07/bradens-first-haircut.html' title='Braden&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SmyviR5xiuI/AAAAAAAAB2s/aCinBa4zW0U/s72-c/IMG_2844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-6401351344984207184</id><published>2009-07-26T13:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:28:15.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Nudy Booty Acrobat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SmyuSNR6gtI/AAAAAAAAB2M/VFx8jGmjhOI/s1600-h/IMG_2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362852884117095122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SmyuSNR6gtI/AAAAAAAAB2M/VFx8jGmjhOI/s320/IMG_2909.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/30283158-6401351344984207184?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/6401351344984207184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=6401351344984207184' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6401351344984207184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6401351344984207184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/07/nudy-booty-acrobat.html' title='Nudy Booty Acrobat'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SmyuSNR6gtI/AAAAAAAAB2M/VFx8jGmjhOI/s72-c/IMG_2909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-7476335889029638619</id><published>2009-07-23T10:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:46:38.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catch up'/><title type='text'>Where To Start?!</title><content type='html'>So. Far. Behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruise was great!  Pictures are on my facebook.  I'm sure everyone has seen them by now.  My goal is to post one video from dinner one evening..such silliness.  It was such a nice treat to get away and enjoy alone time with my man.  We met some really nice people along the way, experienced some very fun activities (para-sailing, snorkeling, Mayan ruins, etc.), and enjoyed great weather!  It was nice to get back to see the kiddos!  Here's to sending a GIGANTIC thanks to Kenny's parents for coming to spend time with them while we were gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past three months I have been working on a huge project for Kenny's football team.  Gladly, I can now see a light at the end of the tunnel.  When I'm completely finished, I will post about it.  It's fun to see how far it has come since the beginning.  Gives me a sense of accomplishment other than cleaning the kitchen and keeping the kids alive.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cruise, we were home for a few days, then headed to Huntsville for our yearly coaching clinic and reunion with sweet friends!  It was fun to spend several days there catching up and letting the kids play with old friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back from Huntsville on Saturday, and I left for volleyball camp on Sunday.  Camp was a great success!  The girls clicked well, and played very well!  We made it to the Gold bracket for the first time since varsity has been going to camp there!  Avery and Braden had a great time with Daddy.  He enjoyed getting to spend time with them too, but I'm pretty sure he was glad when I got home Tuesday to take back over mom duty.  He showed his appreciation with beautiful flowers, a clean house, and a very sweet card with a nice sentiment written inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny had to work a longer day Wednesday to catch up and get ready for football camp, which he left for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a crazy month, and it's only going to continue from here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look forward to Kenny's brothers, Tom and Kirk, coming to visit next week.  I have something for volleyball everyday as well, Kenny continues gearing up for football season.  Somewhere in there we sign papers to refinance our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone else has just as crazy, busy lives.  I didn't know what to start posting about since everything deserved an individual post, so I wrote the Reader's Digest version.  Maybe that will serve as my catch up and I will feel like I can pick up from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-7476335889029638619?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/7476335889029638619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=7476335889029638619' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/7476335889029638619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/7476335889029638619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-to-start.html' title='Where To Start?!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-2726161308554821706</id><published>2009-06-30T11:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:50:23.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swingset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>A Swingin' Good Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Grammy and Pop came to visit this week! We had so much fun, and of course I had a project lined up for Pop! A Swingset was in the making! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353160539483958594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sko_Jf2UbUI/AAAAAAAAB00/EJYEEtEUkVM/s320/IMG_2528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353160539530613938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sko_JgBcVLI/AAAAAAAAB08/zYZGjLlta5Y/s320/SANY0769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had lots of good helpers....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353160550588430306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sko_KJN1N-I/AAAAAAAAB1E/uK7M52h40yI/s320/SANY0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353160555523133378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sko_KbmWz8I/AAAAAAAAB1M/PrxH4OKzXHE/s320/SANY0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353160557588419682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sko_KjSwlGI/AAAAAAAAB1U/iEFimpvRiCs/s320/SANY0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There are several other in between pictures, but I thought I would skip ahead to the finished product! (Two days later, I might add.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353163864930059010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SkpCLEGdAwI/AAAAAAAAB2E/HwGnatmXkVM/s320/IMG_2565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353161776310527074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SkpARfYwJGI/AAAAAAAAB1c/0j_VKu6TxDs/s320/SANY0863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Let the fun begin!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SkpASfpDglI/AAAAAAAAB18/4GxWoJ8rKAo/s1600-h/SANY0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353161793558774354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SkpASfpDglI/AAAAAAAAB18/4GxWoJ8rKAo/s320/SANY0810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SkpASCvQNYI/AAAAAAAAB10/NwLO8ZKgn6k/s1600-h/IMG_2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353161785800144258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SkpASCvQNYI/AAAAAAAAB10/NwLO8ZKgn6k/s320/IMG_2571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SkpAR0OVrkI/AAAAAAAAB1s/wxzVYUduWuU/s1600-h/IMG_2549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353161781903994434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SkpAR0OVrkI/AAAAAAAAB1s/wxzVYUduWuU/s320/IMG_2549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SkpARhOXNzI/AAAAAAAAB1k/AEZwpLslLvM/s1600-h/IMG_2535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353161776803821362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SkpARhOXNzI/AAAAAAAAB1k/AEZwpLslLvM/s320/IMG_2535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-2726161308554821706?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/2726161308554821706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=2726161308554821706' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2726161308554821706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2726161308554821706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/06/swingin-good-time.html' title='A Swingin&apos; Good Time'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sko_Jf2UbUI/AAAAAAAAB00/EJYEEtEUkVM/s72-c/IMG_2528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-5004928863382008637</id><published>2009-06-21T21:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:43:10.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sj7u6ssR_iI/AAAAAAAAB0s/w-qpPHgthYs/s1600-h/IMG_2466.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349976099559439906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sj7u6ssR_iI/AAAAAAAAB0s/w-qpPHgthYs/s320/IMG_2466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sj7u6ZhJjPI/AAAAAAAAB0k/PqskwNFcUig/s1600-h/IMG_2465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349976094412475634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sj7u6ZhJjPI/AAAAAAAAB0k/PqskwNFcUig/s320/IMG_2465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sj7u6OpHAlI/AAAAAAAAB0c/ARVCvMf2BCE/s1600-h/IMG_2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349976091493073490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sj7u6OpHAlI/AAAAAAAAB0c/ARVCvMf2BCE/s320/IMG_2464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sj7u56S3cnI/AAAAAAAAB0U/11KSghknqjM/s1600-h/IMG_2463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349976086031069810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sj7u56S3cnI/AAAAAAAAB0U/11KSghknqjM/s320/IMG_2463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved these pictures of Avery and her sweet Daddy! Braden was already napping, due to a long weekend full of late nights and short naps. Lately, Avery and Daddy have been enjoying special date nights to get ice cream, to see movies, or just hang out at Burger King. I love that her Daddy is special to her like mine is special to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-5004928863382008637?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/5004928863382008637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=5004928863382008637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5004928863382008637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5004928863382008637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sj7u6ssR_iI/AAAAAAAAB0s/w-qpPHgthYs/s72-c/IMG_2466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-6893744572761239701</id><published>2009-05-30T12:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:07:08.075-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barlow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boo-Boos'/><title type='text'>Little Toughy</title><content type='html'>As we were heading out for our walk today, Barlow ran back up the steps on our side porch, pulling Avery down onto the 'carpeted' surface.  Her elbow was scraped up.  Tears ensued, but we perservered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further down the road, were minding our business.  Braden was in the stroller (I was pushing of course), and Avery had her arm through the loop in Barlow's leash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a flash, Barlow took off after a squirrel, taking Avery with him.  She was parallel to the ground, and landed hard once the leash came off of her arm.  There were tears and a few scrapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard her a small voice, "I just want Barlow to stop making me fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed home at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, still teary she said, "I don't want Barlow to run away; I want a puppy dog!  I want him to say he's sorry when we get home!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big demands from such a little person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-6893744572761239701?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/6893744572761239701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=6893744572761239701' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6893744572761239701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6893744572761239701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-toughy.html' title='Little Toughy'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-2262027558368647179</id><published>2009-05-27T22:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:44:19.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy expressions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Expressions</title><content type='html'>Everyone has seen Avery's crazy expressions, but have you seen Braden's latest?! He has always been entertaining, and I finally have proof. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340715016346254418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sh4IAtPpvFI/AAAAAAAABzw/oKkftTYCeHU/s320/IMG_2251.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"cheese!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340715014270717202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sh4IAlgzjRI/AAAAAAAABz4/6fnEzQOW47E/s320/IMG_2255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He discovered this one on the way home from church tonight!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340715019362879010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sh4IA4e3xiI/AAAAAAAAB0A/Yx76QS-aAp0/s320/IMG_2256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also see how smug he is with his favorite past time of sitting on Barlow. This was before Barlow tumped him off!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340715025062335602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sh4IBNtulHI/AAAAAAAAB0I/uOcqJMvEFOQ/s320/IMG_2254.JPG" border="0" /&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/30283158-2262027558368647179?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/2262027558368647179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=2262027558368647179' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2262027558368647179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2262027558368647179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/05/expressions.html' title='Expressions'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sh4IAtPpvFI/AAAAAAAABzw/oKkftTYCeHU/s72-c/IMG_2251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1116043400738988746</id><published>2009-05-26T20:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:01:29.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Little Pony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Money'/><title type='text'>Birthday Money</title><content type='html'>This year Avery received a little bit of birthday money from Grammy and Pop and our good friends from church. It has been burning a hole in her pocket for a few days now, but she has been patient with me. She helped me do the grocery shopping tonight, so I told her she could look through the toy aisles and use her money if she found something she really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so proud of her during the choosing process. She saw something right away that she said she wanted. I asked her if she was sure, and we continued through the aisles so she could look at her other options. She stuck to her guns and was very decisive that she wanted the My Little Pony Amusement Park. (It helped that it was in the clearance section; when we got to the checkout, it was marked down even more!) Now when we go back, she has a few more dollars to buy another little pony to add to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was patient while we finished our grocery shopping and during the trip home. Once home, she had to wait through supper, but was a trooper and hung in there. Daddy helped her untie and cut out all the pieces. She was very protective of her new treasure, yelling at Barlow and Braden each time either got within five feet of her. We had to have a few chats about tone of voice, etc, but the evening ended with her enjoying her birthday present that she bought with her very own money!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340317883485866738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Shye0iDXSvI/AAAAAAAABzg/SSwGDOpU3Uo/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340317885016154210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Shye0nwNoGI/AAAAAAAABzo/iSgkyg_hVik/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-1116043400738988746?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1116043400738988746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1116043400738988746' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1116043400738988746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1116043400738988746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-money.html' title='Birthday Money'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Shye0iDXSvI/AAAAAAAABzg/SSwGDOpU3Uo/s72-c/IMG_2242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-3302915873852199064</id><published>2009-05-22T10:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:39:39.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brooke'/><title type='text'>Cakes By Brooke</title><content type='html'>Check her out! &lt;a href="http://www.cakesbybrooke.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.cakesbybrooke.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; She is currently hosting a giveaway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-3302915873852199064?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/3302915873852199064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=3302915873852199064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3302915873852199064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3302915873852199064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/05/cakes-by-brooke.html' title='Cakes By Brooke'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-126380803719022859</id><published>2009-05-21T07:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:13:41.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='four years old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Avery at 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShVLK-e2eUI/AAAAAAAABzY/0eiil2KTXEM/s1600-h/IMG_2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338255585260763458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShVLK-e2eUI/AAAAAAAABzY/0eiil2KTXEM/s320/IMG_2197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShVLKmSiD7I/AAAAAAAABzQ/HXCPP9QyiQg/s1600-h/IMG_2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338255578766643122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShVLKmSiD7I/AAAAAAAABzQ/HXCPP9QyiQg/s320/IMG_2199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShVLKiGSBdI/AAAAAAAABzI/ViXOKu0SrOM/s1600-h/IMG_2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338255577641518546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShVLKiGSBdI/AAAAAAAABzI/ViXOKu0SrOM/s320/IMG_2195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On May 20th, Avery turned four years old. I knew it was coming, we have been talking about it for a while now, but when it got here it hit me really hard about how much she has grown up over the past short years.&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;There is a different, loving bond with each child, but Avery is extra special because she was my first. During the first pregnancy you check week to week to see what is happening, how the baby is growing, changing, etc. I remember aching with impatience, wondering what she was going to look like. Then the moment came. I will remember it always. The first time I saw her, held her, loved her. She put her messy little hand on my chest, and we cried together.&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;In that moment there was an instant connection; one that will never be broken. &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;She has always been a Momma's girl. Sometimes that wears me out, but mostly makes me proud and honored. We have a lot in common, which I know will haunt us during the teenage years of disagreeing, but for now it's fun. &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;Avery is a pistol in every way. She's fiesty, spunky, hilarious, beautiful and brilliant. I told her yesterday that if she continued to love Jesus the way she does now, and paired that with all of her other qualities, she will go far in life. I know she didn't understand what I meant, but she listened and filed it away to ponder. &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;Even though she's still young, she is so mature. When you have a conversation with her, it feels like you're talking to a mini adult. I have to backtrack sometimes and remind myself that she is still a child. She continues to amaze me and remind me of that through her innocence. I truly wish that we could all still hold the innocence that children do. They are so clean and pure. The world is a better place through the eyes of a child. &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;Princesses continue to be at the top of Avery's choice list of toys to play with, now accompanied by Barlow. He has taken to Avery almost more than to any of us. She enjoys taking him on walks with his leash. &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;Avery is a fantastic big sister. I find her tending to Braden (sometimes sweetly, sometimes not so sweetly), but it's normally when she is afraid he is going to hurt himself. When I tell her something might be dangerous, she immediately shares the information with Braden. They do play well together for the most part, but there are times when Avery wants to be alone and makes it well known. &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;She still helps with laundry, cleaning the kitchen, putting her dishes away, vacuuming, and now feeding Barlow and letting him out. She's going to be a great little momma someday. Sometimes I feel like she's growing up too fast, but then I realize she thinks most of those "chores" are games. The world is a playground for 4 year olds. &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;Kenny brought home balloons for her yesterday. She carried them around most of the afternoon, then that night after church. It is neat to me that she is creative and can take any item and turn it into something even more exciting than what it is meant to be. &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;I could write for days about how fantastic Avery is, as well as all of the wonderful things she does, but for now I will close with some words of advice from one of our happy books &lt;u&gt;Bee Smart&lt;/u&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;"Never stop learning or thinking things through; and you will be smart in whatever you do!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-126380803719022859?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/126380803719022859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=126380803719022859' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/126380803719022859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/126380803719022859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/05/avery-at-4.html' title='Avery at 4'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShVLK-e2eUI/AAAAAAAABzY/0eiil2KTXEM/s72-c/IMG_2197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-3912356734781134078</id><published>2009-05-18T22:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:17:29.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barlow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Welcome Home, Barlow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Meet Barlow, the newest addition to our family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been contemplating getting a furry companion for a while now. Today we took the plunge! We found at the humane society a sweet, lab/shepherd mix. He's the perfect size to be an indoor dog, but still be considered a bigger dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Barlow; he's 7 months old, house trained, walks well on a leash, LOVES to lay beside Braden's chair when he eats, follows Avery in her room to keep her company, loves to watch tv with Kenny, and helps me clean the kitchen. We've only had him since 5:00 today, and he already fits in perfectly with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to crate train him so he will not tear up the house while we are gone, or be in the backyard to possibly escape. (Avery has decided the crate is also a good place for her to play.) Barlow will also sleep there, but Avery says when he gets older that he will sleep in her bed with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there will be some adjustments to get used to, but it will be a fun journey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337368213073866850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShIkHHe6sGI/AAAAAAAABzA/e74ZOrjKyoQ/s320/IMG_2172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShIkG8NNq6I/AAAAAAAABy4/lKhh70L8094/s1600-h/IMG_2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337368210046823330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShIkG8NNq6I/AAAAAAAABy4/lKhh70L8094/s320/IMG_2178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShIkGoi0sTI/AAAAAAAAByw/LRYARXu0gTk/s1600-h/IMG_2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337368204768751922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShIkGoi0sTI/AAAAAAAAByw/LRYARXu0gTk/s320/IMG_2177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShIkGuatDEI/AAAAAAAAByo/MXToutU1aw4/s1600-h/IMG_2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337368206345309250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShIkGuatDEI/AAAAAAAAByo/MXToutU1aw4/s320/IMG_2173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShIkGXxD9eI/AAAAAAAAByg/6P3DNnSd3YM/s1600-h/IMG_2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337368200265070050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShIkGXxD9eI/AAAAAAAAByg/6P3DNnSd3YM/s320/IMG_2170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-3912356734781134078?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/3912356734781134078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=3912356734781134078' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3912356734781134078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3912356734781134078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-home-barlow.html' title='Welcome Home, Barlow!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/ShIkHHe6sGI/AAAAAAAABzA/e74ZOrjKyoQ/s72-c/IMG_2172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-5966013960033538995</id><published>2009-05-15T20:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:36:16.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pillow fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gymnast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Pillow FIGHT!!!! ...And A Little Acrobatics...</title><content type='html'>The latest fad around the Simpson house it to have pillow fights. I can't imagine who started this trend; it wasn't me....really ;), but it's definately a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two videos, one showing more of the actual blows between Avery, Braden and Daddy, but this one was funnier to me. Watch Braden from the beginning. Count how many headstands he does! He starts out even before my annoying video-voice notices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope the future doesn't hold the dreaded words, "Daddy, I want to be a gymnast!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we'll have to worry about it by the looks of his dismount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-debfb432f8e951da" 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.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddebfb432f8e951da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329942952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68BA5829F0479C33A3A0D8C89E1164FA5442B17E.1CAD18DDFD2F41133D7EBFB757209E1C683CC2E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddebfb432f8e951da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjCrkw4SH33zcLD1MbEAXV8xWEEw&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.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddebfb432f8e951da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329942952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68BA5829F0479C33A3A0D8C89E1164FA5442B17E.1CAD18DDFD2F41133D7EBFB757209E1C683CC2E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddebfb432f8e951da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjCrkw4SH33zcLD1MbEAXV8xWEEw&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/30283158-5966013960033538995?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=debfb432f8e951da&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/5966013960033538995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=5966013960033538995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5966013960033538995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5966013960033538995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/05/pillow-fight-and-little-acrobatics.html' title='Pillow FIGHT!!!! ...And A Little Acrobatics...'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-5360693028533563530</id><published>2009-05-11T22:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:20:03.433-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I Can FLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend was the State track meet in Gulf Shores. We took the team down Thursday so they would be rested from traveling for the meet that started Friday. Thursday night, we went out to dinner and then to "The Track" that had putt putt, go carts, an arcade, and the infamous SkyCoaster. The week leading up to the trip, different kids asked me if I would go on the SkyCoaster with them. In passing I would say, "sure, why not?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily they did not all hold me to it, or else we would not have had any money for the rest of the weekend, but I did go with two of our girls. Even though I looked like a scaredy cat, I absolutely loved it, and wanted to go more. When we got to the top and Bridgett pulled the chord to drop us, our heads turned completely upside down toward the ground! We didn't "coast" until after it looked like we were going to hit the ground! What a rush!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334770291579716962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgjpULvqhWI/AAAAAAAABx4/aTnjnlmayoM/s320/skycoaster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334771610678231474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sgjqg9xQgbI/AAAAAAAAByI/PziwVcDZ5ZE/s320/skycoaster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334770280001398178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgjpTgnLZaI/AAAAAAAABxg/OFouXM4i79w/s320/skycoaster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334770285819812546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgjpT2SZWsI/AAAAAAAABxw/yxhAzZKtGQ0/s320/skycoaster9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334771613606044034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgjqhIrTYYI/AAAAAAAAByQ/rqmeC0Np2Mw/s320/skycoaster10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334770485327126802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgjpfdgpYRI/AAAAAAAAByA/OVzN7zMKr8E/s320/skycoaster11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334771612486858258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgjqhEgd9hI/AAAAAAAAByY/syCSMHV4rXE/s320/skycoaster3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334770285193300162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgjpTz9BiMI/AAAAAAAABxo/WdAI78O2lcc/s320/skycoaster4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334770279159391554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgjpTdebZUI/AAAAAAAABxY/ix6iVeMJlfI/s320/skycoaster5.jpg" border="0" /&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/30283158-5360693028533563530?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/5360693028533563530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=5360693028533563530' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5360693028533563530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5360693028533563530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-fly.html' title='I Can FLY!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgjpULvqhWI/AAAAAAAABx4/aTnjnlmayoM/s72-c/skycoaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1713988169092672871</id><published>2009-05-06T14:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:26:30.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catch up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Loooong Overdue</title><content type='html'>So, it's been a while since my last post. Just like everyone else, things have been pretty busy around here. Track season has monopolized my time for long enough. Thankfully, the State meet is this weekend, and I will have a little more time freed up after next week's Heptathalon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never posted pictures from Avery's and my date to Disney on Ice. It was a fantastic evening, filled with lots of laughs, smiles, a knot in my throat (because she was so joyous at one point), Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Goofy, Lightning McQueen, Ariel and her crew, Lion King and his crew, and Tinkerbell and the rest. We had so much fun!!! Avery wanted to get dressed up in her new "Easter Dress". She sat like a little lady, with her hands in her lap while we waited for it all to begin. The look on her face when the lights went down and the first group came out is priceless. (That's when the lump happened...) I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHhtX50HGI/AAAAAAAABwY/XeVhAXrOlp4/s1600-h/IMG_2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332791603410246754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHhtX50HGI/AAAAAAAABwY/XeVhAXrOlp4/s320/IMG_2087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHhttyPSUI/AAAAAAAABwo/bpkjZRnicls/s1600-h/IMG_2098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332791609284053314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHhttyPSUI/AAAAAAAABwo/bpkjZRnicls/s320/IMG_2098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHhtf9n9tI/AAAAAAAABwg/RFUQVEEmPsI/s1600-h/IMG_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332791605573711570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHhtf9n9tI/AAAAAAAABwg/RFUQVEEmPsI/s320/IMG_2090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHht2qzrHI/AAAAAAAABww/M_XTM8ykQWE/s1600-h/IMG_2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332791611668802674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHht2qzrHI/AAAAAAAABww/M_XTM8ykQWE/s320/IMG_2128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHiFBguYNI/AAAAAAAABxA/CjivxsDekQk/s1600-h/IMG_2142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332792009716293842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHiFBguYNI/AAAAAAAABxA/CjivxsDekQk/s320/IMG_2142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Braden is also into everything these days. I guess it's partly because he's a boy, and partly because he's reached the 18 month old mark. Picture to prove his climbing capabilities.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHiFJlru2I/AAAAAAAABw4/mTYooVqB784/s1600-h/IMG_2134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332792011884575586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHiFJlru2I/AAAAAAAABw4/mTYooVqB784/s320/IMG_2134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has also discovered how fun it is to eat bananas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHhtOCUcWI/AAAAAAAABwQ/vJB1RlAP7K8/s1600-h/IMG_2076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332791600761565538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHhtOCUcWI/AAAAAAAABwQ/vJB1RlAP7K8/s320/IMG_2076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery is as silly as ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHiFXBbMjI/AAAAAAAABxI/RzJJMYkl5vo/s1600-h/IMG_2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332792015490593330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHiFXBbMjI/AAAAAAAABxI/RzJJMYkl5vo/s320/IMG_2145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And as clumsy as ever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHjYDU8GiI/AAAAAAAABxQ/1IiDafkEWDM/s1600-h/IMG_2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332793436132874786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHjYDU8GiI/AAAAAAAABxQ/1IiDafkEWDM/s320/IMG_2148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the kids last night to a mexican food restaraunt who had a special visitor, Dora the Explorer! Avery was thrilled to get her picture taken with &lt;em&gt;(the giant, scary looking)&lt;/em&gt; Dora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-1713988169092672871?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1713988169092672871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1713988169092672871' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1713988169092672871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1713988169092672871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/05/loooong-overdue.html' title='Loooong Overdue'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SgHhtX50HGI/AAAAAAAABwY/XeVhAXrOlp4/s72-c/IMG_2087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-4435720402603862918</id><published>2009-04-18T21:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:58:50.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost Contacts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email'/><title type='text'>So Frustrating</title><content type='html'>Today I got a text from a friend asking if I sent her an email about some sort of shopping experience.  I had not; then I remembered I had heard from another friend a while back who had the same thing happen to them.  Somehow an email was sent to everyone in my contact list that looked like it came from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a track meet all day, so I did not get a chance to look into it just now. I sat down to email my contact list of the error, and to warn not to open the first email when I noticed ALL of my contacts, except for anyone included in the letters R, T, U, Y and Z, were missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's right. Tons and tons and tons of email addresses lost. Some of them probably needed to be cleaned out anyway, but most of them were used daily, weekly, or monthly. Of course I don't remember any of these by heart, nor have them written down anywhere. I can't begin to imagine how hard it is going to be to track them all down. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of reporting the issue, and am hoping somehow the magical techs will be able to recover my lost contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, I guess most of you will be hearing from me soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-4435720402603862918?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/4435720402603862918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=4435720402603862918' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4435720402603862918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4435720402603862918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-frustrating.html' title='So Frustrating'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-4596698842221783711</id><published>2009-04-12T14:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:02:02.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>The day started with a few tears from both kiddos....but soon turned brighter. We had a great time at worship this morning. For lunch, the church provided ham and rolls, and we all brought other sides to enjoy a meal together. They had blow-up bouncers for the kids to play on, then we topped the afternoon off with an egg hunt. It was fun watching Avery discover eggs. Braden's trick was to open them up, eat the goodies inside, then throw the egg like a ball while running to find the next treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone enjoyed their Easter with friends and family! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323896407797404674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SeJHk1--FAI/AAAAAAAABvo/zmjkkH7fz8Y/s320/IMG_2044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323896418010575858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SeJHlcB-s_I/AAAAAAAABwA/oal1Pen8n7Q/s320/IMG_2042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SeJHlpBQYPI/AAAAAAAABwI/LFQ4ZTrJq8A/s1600-h/IMG_2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323896421497200882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SeJHlpBQYPI/AAAAAAAABwI/LFQ4ZTrJq8A/s320/IMG_2051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SeJHlRXsyYI/AAAAAAAABv4/XK57NZ9mbVE/s1600-h/IMG_2062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323896415148886402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SeJHlRXsyYI/AAAAAAAABv4/XK57NZ9mbVE/s320/IMG_2062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SeJHlG7mksI/AAAAAAAABvw/DbshtFe3vo8/s1600-h/IMG_2066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323896412346684098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SeJHlG7mksI/AAAAAAAABvw/DbshtFe3vo8/s320/IMG_2066.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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-4596698842221783711?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/4596698842221783711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=4596698842221783711' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4596698842221783711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4596698842221783711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SeJHk1--FAI/AAAAAAAABvo/zmjkkH7fz8Y/s72-c/IMG_2044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-5995306213396069412</id><published>2009-04-08T13:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:56:18.859-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Sweet Buns and Mad Dancers</title><content type='html'>I've included a picture so you will get the full effect of what I'm about to tell you.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sdzx02XucqI/AAAAAAAABvg/rtyA_Ru9Xuw/s1600-h/IMG_2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322394749895602850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sdzx02XucqI/AAAAAAAABvg/rtyA_Ru9Xuw/s320/IMG_2012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I open the blinds (and on cool days, the windows) to reveal the bright sunshine (hopefully), and let a little light into our humble abode so the kids and I don't feel so cooped up. As you can see in the picture, we have three rather large windows, open wide for the world to see. {You can also see Braden near passed out on the couch after a long morning! But I digress.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered if I shouldn't open them so wide, leaving our comings and goings of the day vulnerable, but I know our neighbors are older and would enjoy watching the kids run around and play. (They will just have to get over watching me exercise too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery has always enjoyed dancing around to loud, crazy music, and now Braden has joined in the liking. This morning, I had the "Awesome 80s" cd blasting. The kids were enjoying themselves so much that I decided to join in the dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a note that I was not just dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; was jumping around like a &lt;em&gt;crazy person&lt;/em&gt; with A.D.H.D.  Arms were flailing, legs were kicking, booty was shaking....because it made the kids laugh.  I was zapped straight out of the Seinfeld episode where Elaine tries to dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during this madness that I felt like someone was watching me. As I continued to convulse, I looked out the window, only to catch the eye of our ever so friendly, walking mail man. Oh yes. You read right. He was less than three feet away from me, and we made eye contact for a full three seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was laughing. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized the kids were rolling on the floor laughing, so it looked as if I was the only one dancing around like a chicken with its head cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Avery asked me if I would "fix her hair like Cinderella's." So I've included a picture of her cute little bun. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sdzx0UqkhJI/AAAAAAAABvY/Zb5YtBZIlqc/s1600-h/IMG_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322394740847838354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sdzx0UqkhJI/AAAAAAAABvY/Zb5YtBZIlqc/s320/IMG_2009.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/30283158-5995306213396069412?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/5995306213396069412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=5995306213396069412' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5995306213396069412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5995306213396069412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-buns-and-mad-dancers.html' title='Sweet Buns and Mad Dancers'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sdzx02XucqI/AAAAAAAABvg/rtyA_Ru9Xuw/s72-c/IMG_2012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-3629804514473732353</id><published>2009-04-02T12:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:30:56.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night terrors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accidents'/><title type='text'>Experienced This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SdUCRFYxk0I/AAAAAAAABvQ/D9A3Rk26V3M/s1600-h/IMG_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320161027335230274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SdUCRFYxk0I/AAAAAAAABvQ/D9A3Rk26V3M/s320/IMG_1975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am debating whether this is too personal to post for the world to read, but I am curious to see if anyone else has dealt with something similar. Avery probably won't like the idea 10 years from now that I wrote this so publicly, but she'll just have to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start back at the fact that I have always had strange, wacky dreams. Those don't normally bother me, and in some cases, I've wondered if I have basis to write a book or movie from some of them. Unfortunately, mixed with the crazy dreams, there are also terrible nightmares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember as far back to two years old, being terrified to go to sleep because of these nightmares, most of them reoccurring ones. To this day, I have yet to escape those same dreams, although I know now they aren't real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since my kids were born, I've been worried that they will experience the bad dreams as I did. Unfortunately, my fears have been confirmed, and Avery's wild imagination continues in her dreams as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing worse than looking into your child's eyes, and seeing nothing but fear there. I've been able to figure out and eliminate certain shows, movies, books, or ideas that seem to trigger her nightmare spells. It seems that we have limited, but not been rid of, her worries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think there will be a way to get rid of her bad dreams altogether, and that's not even why I write this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been 5 times, that I can remember, where Avery wakes screaming, wild eyed, staring into space, and jabbering nonsense. It is really a frantic, scary experience for whomever runs to tend to her because she doesn't make any sense, and she can't stop crying. Normally Kenny has to take care of her because I panic since it scares me beyond measure that I can't snap her out of whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I was closer to her when she started screaming, so I went to her. It scared me that it was one of 'those' situations and not 'just a bad dream.' I held her and tried to talk to her, but she only kept repeating, "I need it! I need it!" between babbles of nonsense. At first she looked like she was pointing to one of her blankets, so I handed it to her. She turned it over in her hands indifferently, then began her frantic crying and screaming, "I need it!" Holding and rocking her wasn't enough, so I swept her off the bed and cradled her on my way to the light switch. I thought if I could get it bright enough she would wake up. That didn't seem to work, then she screamed louder and more frantically that she "needed it!" I was about to take her into the bathroom, when she couldn't control her bladder anymore. It was so sad because she was shaking and crying and seemed so helpless. I don't know why I didn't just stay in one place, because I made more of a mess running her to the bathroom. Once there, she still was not completely awake. It wasn't until I started cleaning her up that she snapped out of it. I had used a wipe, so I assumed the cold helped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess she was trying to tell me she needed to go potty, but couldn't get awake enough. I asked her if she wanted to talk about it, but she couldn't seem to remember anything. It was then that I realized the times this had happened before, I normally immediately took her to the bathroom. I hope this never happens again, but if it does, I guess I'll know what I should try first so she won't have to be scared as long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've often wondered, and can only assume that this is what people categorize as 'night terrors?' I've had one friend tell me they had similar experiences with their infant, and the only way to wake them up was with a bath. Has anyone else experienced something like this? I'd like to hear what you have tried, or done to help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-3629804514473732353?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/3629804514473732353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=3629804514473732353' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3629804514473732353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3629804514473732353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/04/experienced-this.html' title='Experienced This?'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SdUCRFYxk0I/AAAAAAAABvQ/D9A3Rk26V3M/s72-c/IMG_1975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-5245160089511098214</id><published>2009-03-27T20:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:34:01.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>A Long Time A Comin'</title><content type='html'>I've always tried to keep my life a little more sane by keeping the kids' toys organized. There's a doll bin, a dishes bin, a tractor bin, cars, Barbies...you get the idea. That way, at the end of the day (or throughout the day, actually) everything will have a place, and Momma can feel a little less antsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it started with the influx of toys after Braden's birthday (October) that I yearned for a playroom. I was pretty jealous of my friends who had playrooms; they could tuck all the toys away. They could put the kids to bed. They could watch a movie and have adult time without being surrounded by blinking lights or singing books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started trying to figure out ways to add on to my house. When I woke up from my 'dream' I started trying to reconfigure our home the way it is to provide a room especially for kids. Nothing lined up in a way that all of our needs would be met by taking away an existing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I began to settle on some sort of cabinetry where I could at least consolidate the toys that normally reside in the living room baskets. Our dining room is a bit of a pass through to begin with, so I thought that would be the room for the final resting place for my shelving unit. Early one Saturday, Avery and I headed out shopping for a specific thing I had in mind. Of course no one had what I wanted, or it was the wrong size, or too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to plan B: call Daddy. You see, my Daddy is my hero and can do anything. Really, he can. His official job now is working for the City of Dallas, but he used to build houses. That's right folks, houses; according to my calculations, he's built 4 of the 6 houses my parents have ever lived in. He has since retired from houses, but he still works on side projects for my brother, building custom furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explain all this to say, I don't know why Plan B wasn't Plan A for me. Actually, I do know. There's quite a bit of mileage between us, so I didn't know how we would get it here once built. After a few more shopping trips, I realized the only way I would get exactly what I need or wanted would be for dear Daddy to build it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent a sketch of what I wanted, and of course he agreed.  Then the hard part was for me to wait for a time when they could come visit so we could build it together. The earliest they could come was March. The months dragged by, but before I knew it, Spring Break was here, and so were my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tracking down appropriate tools that were too large for him to bring with him, a few hours (days) of hugging on the grand-babies, an early morning breakfast, and a shopping trip to Lowes, we were set to begin...in the rain. We only had a few days to work on it since they couldn't stay long, so we constructed the fabulous shelving unit on my side porch. Talk about close quarters! It came together rather quickly, and turned out a hundred times better than what I had in mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the even better things is after it serves it's purpose as a toy holder, it can be turned into a buffet or entertainment center by simply adding doors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after five long months of anticipation for me, below you will find pictures of our helpers along the way, then the final product, followed by pictures of my new and improved "Adult Living Room!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318056659367525762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sc2IWv0AfYI/AAAAAAAABuY/RuzWMsu2sJ8/s320/IMG_1937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318056662249379138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sc2IW6jGFUI/AAAAAAAABug/9Ta_JVnkzi4/s320/IMG_1950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318056673284892386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sc2IXjqKpuI/AAAAAAAABuo/BQwYUNxPBZs/s320/IMG_1977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318057804307590370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sc2JZZC_bOI/AAAAAAAABu4/ITwVnMzMVOo/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318056676500349218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sc2IXvoyoSI/AAAAAAAABuw/WAkCgrmruF0/s320/IMG_1983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318057806728175010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sc2JZiEGnaI/AAAAAAAABvA/lsQALlmLJ2s/s320/IMG_1985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-5245160089511098214?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/5245160089511098214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=5245160089511098214' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5245160089511098214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5245160089511098214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-time-comin.html' title='A Long Time A Comin&apos;'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Sc2IWv0AfYI/AAAAAAAABuY/RuzWMsu2sJ8/s72-c/IMG_1937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1890446237188701816</id><published>2009-03-12T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:11:57.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>I Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Chubby thighs and tummies.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312473489337379266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SbmyfeqiacI/AAAAAAAABuE/PCjEXoXbMdQ/s320/IMG_1907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-1890446237188701816?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1890446237188701816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1890446237188701816' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1890446237188701816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1890446237188701816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love.html' title='I Love...'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SbmyfeqiacI/AAAAAAAABuE/PCjEXoXbMdQ/s72-c/IMG_1907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-9172555853190367537</id><published>2009-03-11T13:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:58:40.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MarioKart Wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>A Little Fun, Family Competition</title><content type='html'>The kids and I bought Kenny Mario Kart Wii for his birthday.  It has been one of those things that has brought fun to all!  When we find a spare five minutes, we all try to squeeze in a game or two. Avery has played so much that she can turn it on and navigate the menus by herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This was the scene I discovered after bath time the other night.   &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312005421078986786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SbgIyUhcwCI/AAAAAAAABt0/cE-4Gyxb9Kk/s320/IMG_1889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SbgIyv_EteI/AAAAAAAABt8/kMLHLXTWKsE/s1600-h/IMG_1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312005428450997730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SbgIyv_EteI/AAAAAAAABt8/kMLHLXTWKsE/s320/IMG_1895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/30283158-9172555853190367537?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/9172555853190367537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=9172555853190367537' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/9172555853190367537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/9172555853190367537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-fun-family-competition.html' title='A Little Fun, Family Competition'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SbgIyUhcwCI/AAAAAAAABt0/cE-4Gyxb9Kk/s72-c/IMG_1889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-2573087232556450050</id><published>2009-03-02T14:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:18:25.207-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Snow Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-znLPGmI/AAAAAAAABts/ARHyX4a80Tw/s1600-h/IMG_1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308687117173332578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-znLPGmI/AAAAAAAABts/ARHyX4a80Tw/s320/IMG_1869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-zNmU_7I/AAAAAAAABtk/XJxi7KucI8s/s1600-h/IMG_1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308687110307643314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-zNmU_7I/AAAAAAAABtk/XJxi7KucI8s/s320/IMG_1876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-y1icL9I/AAAAAAAABtc/2tQ4IZTLE4k/s1600-h/IMG_1875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308687103848886226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-y1icL9I/AAAAAAAABtc/2tQ4IZTLE4k/s320/IMG_1875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-ynbh6zI/AAAAAAAABtU/b_APM06pbf4/s1600-h/IMG_1873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308687100061805362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-ynbh6zI/AAAAAAAABtU/b_APM06pbf4/s320/IMG_1873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-VwC8ZWI/AAAAAAAABs0/xFX492uZ-88/s1600-h/IMG_1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308686604158395746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-VwC8ZWI/AAAAAAAABs0/xFX492uZ-88/s320/IMG_1829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-VY-_5wI/AAAAAAAABss/wKn4onMeN48/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308686597967832834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-VY-_5wI/AAAAAAAABss/wKn4onMeN48/s320/IMG_1838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-VDh0_lI/AAAAAAAABsk/P2IPnbw9C68/s1600-h/IMG_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308686592208338514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-VDh0_lI/AAAAAAAABsk/P2IPnbw9C68/s320/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308686620127414738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-WriQSdI/AAAAAAAABtE/zrNxSBkSKXs/s320/IMG_1878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308687096448210466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-yZ9-1iI/AAAAAAAABtM/Rlpbiqv1yBU/s320/IMG_1880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/30283158-2573087232556450050?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/2573087232556450050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=2573087232556450050' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2573087232556450050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2573087232556450050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/Saw-znLPGmI/AAAAAAAABts/ARHyX4a80Tw/s72-c/IMG_1869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-7921971824103944653</id><published>2009-02-27T13:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:57:46.628-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>A Little Nervous...</title><content type='html'>I find it interesting that I am okay with being solely responsible for the well being of my children during the day time hours daily.  However, when there is a tiny presence of danger, I get a little nervous when I am the only adult present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point.  The tornado sirens just started going off.  There is no rain, no thunder, no lightening, just bruised and swollen skies accompanied by an eerie silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny is stuck at school with all of the kids that he is responsible for there.  I am huddled up in our home, with two kids napping, wondering if there is a point that I should get them out of their warm beds and have a campout in the hallway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little nerve-racking being the one that is responsible for keeping everyone safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kenny is here, I don't feel this way.  I guess it's because I am confident that he will take care of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless his heart if he feels this way all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad the Lord is on our side.  That's keeping me calm right now (as I sit blogging!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-7921971824103944653?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/7921971824103944653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=7921971824103944653' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/7921971824103944653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/7921971824103944653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-nervous.html' title='A Little Nervous...'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-2739698174599933288</id><published>2009-02-25T13:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:57:06.047-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SaWiSL6LoBI/AAAAAAAABsU/OIEapaBqc1k/s1600-h/IMG_1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306826169244164114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SaWiSL6LoBI/AAAAAAAABsU/OIEapaBqc1k/s320/IMG_1792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenny invited Avery to go with him to the dinner theater at Faulkner University last night. Avery looked forward to her Date with Daddy, and was ecstatic when the night finally arrived! She wore a fancy dress and got all pretty for her Daddy. They saw "Thoroughly Modern Millie" which was comprised of many ACA students alongside Faulkner students. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The part that I think was most interesting was hearing about her inquiries during the show. Kenny said she was more interested in learning about the props and why you couldn't see the stage hands really well. He said one conversation went like this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where did that girl come from Daddy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The house."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, why aren't there bedrooms in the house?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing she told me when she got home was, "there was a man dressed in all black, way up high, and he was not going to come down until the whole show was over." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The production started late because it was a full house, and was going to run well past 10:00, so Daddy brought Avery home during intermission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery informed me, "When I get bigger like all the older people, I can stay until the whole thing is over." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a fun time building new memories. Kenny says he hopes to make date night a tradition with his little gal. I know she will remember their special times together for years to come.&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/30283158-2739698174599933288?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/2739698174599933288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=2739698174599933288' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2739698174599933288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2739698174599933288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/02/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SaWiSL6LoBI/AAAAAAAABsU/OIEapaBqc1k/s72-c/IMG_1792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-5232999761162672429</id><published>2009-02-20T14:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:49:36.073-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Wee!!!</title><content type='html'>What to do when it's too cold to play outside?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring the fun indoors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried this too (but I had more clothes on than Avery does)...it was fun for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9410ce2b9e6e77ad" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/5232999761162672429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=5232999761162672429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5232999761162672429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5232999761162672429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/02/wee.html' title='Wee!!!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1830770086289986251</id><published>2009-02-12T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:01:32.272-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reasoning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smart'/><title type='text'>Silly Avery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SZRXnSTsDUI/AAAAAAAABr8/xuNUxBRrDlg/s1600-h/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301958993762848066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SZRXnSTsDUI/AAAAAAAABr8/xuNUxBRrDlg/s320/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today during school time, Avery was learning the consonant sound "c." The picture in her Pooh Bear book was of a cake, which held one candle on top. While she colored she asked, "do you think Pooh Bear is turning one year old like Braden?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that it was a great possibility since there was only one candle. Then I asked her how many candles would be on her cake at her next birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answered with "four."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued on with how many would be on Braden's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to mix it up and say, "If momma is 29, then how many would be on my cake at my next birthday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A LOT!" was Avery's reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-1830770086289986251?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1830770086289986251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1830770086289986251' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1830770086289986251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1830770086289986251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/02/silly-avery.html' title='Silly Avery'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SZRXnSTsDUI/AAAAAAAABr8/xuNUxBRrDlg/s72-c/IMG_1679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-595394401497242957</id><published>2009-02-11T14:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:14:54.784-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Sweet Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Braden has an ear infection......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301635330948294354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SZMxPoXVZtI/AAAAAAAABrc/5pOkyEA4DvI/s320/IMG_1730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301635336492747810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SZMxP9BPDCI/AAAAAAAABrk/lE4LoI1MoQw/s320/IMG_1733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....and CRAZY hair...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301635340772293490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SZMxQM9ju3I/AAAAAAAABrs/Uwf7mwOK7uw/s320/IMG_1742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and he loves his sister.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301635343839036546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SZMxQYYuhII/AAAAAAAABr0/r4nAzeHwfJw/s320/IMG_1752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-595394401497242957?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/595394401497242957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=595394401497242957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/595394401497242957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/595394401497242957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-boy.html' title='Sweet Boy'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SZMxPoXVZtI/AAAAAAAABrc/5pOkyEA4DvI/s72-c/IMG_1730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-4770013819744182800</id><published>2009-02-05T13:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:08:43.376-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Think Fast Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299391268653781218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SYs4SA3qUOI/AAAAAAAABrE/WW3iBYlrFoA/s320/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plus This:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299391279832556482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SYs4Sqg448I/AAAAAAAABrM/JEJrRN3lFpQ/s320/IMG_1713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Equals This: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Please look past the yucky non-makup face, and notice the nose...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299391280055841234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SYs4SrWH8dI/AAAAAAAABrU/9UmYwgoPtAc/s320/IMG_1716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Way to use your head mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-4770013819744182800?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/4770013819744182800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=4770013819744182800' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4770013819744182800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4770013819744182800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/02/think-fast-mom.html' title='Think Fast Mom'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SYs4SA3qUOI/AAAAAAAABrE/WW3iBYlrFoA/s72-c/IMG_1710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-5338885579960566424</id><published>2009-02-02T15:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:29:52.512-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Hodge-Podge Part IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298315043967849042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SYdldffP0lI/AAAAAAAABqs/pJI9mp7Zs6Q/s320/IMG_1695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SYdld7_YaGI/AAAAAAAABq0/_JMouELE0kM/s1600-h/IMG_1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298315051618822242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SYdld7_YaGI/AAAAAAAABq0/_JMouELE0kM/s320/IMG_1696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298315052402918594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SYdld-6UxMI/AAAAAAAABq8/cnqnt_psjMs/s320/IMG_1697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SYdldAmfIjI/AAAAAAAABqk/b79xXjcE6Qc/s1600-h/IMG_1693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298315035676713522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SYdldAmfIjI/AAAAAAAABqk/b79xXjcE6Qc/s320/IMG_1693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SYdldIJmZ6I/AAAAAAAABqc/HQPbOnLTZ_A/s1600-h/IMG_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298315037703038882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SYdldIJmZ6I/AAAAAAAABqc/HQPbOnLTZ_A/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-5338885579960566424?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/5338885579960566424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=5338885579960566424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5338885579960566424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5338885579960566424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/02/hodge-podge-part-iv.html' title='Hodge-Podge Part IV'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SYdldffP0lI/AAAAAAAABqs/pJI9mp7Zs6Q/s72-c/IMG_1695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-8151994242602941498</id><published>2009-01-20T11:14:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:59:13.248-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>Ta-Da!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXYSiU5Uz1I/AAAAAAAABpo/-kqDbqwtRdo/s1600-h/IMG_1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293438792954597202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXYSiU5Uz1I/AAAAAAAABpo/-kqDbqwtRdo/s320/IMG_1645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293426286271072626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXYHKV3nCXI/AAAAAAAABpA/d_d89L5NzGk/s320/IMG_1643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293426291934728354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXYHKq97kKI/AAAAAAAABpI/MbnTpbBdzqU/s320/IMG_1644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXYHKixC-KI/AAAAAAAABpQ/FjaEd8jgKoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293426289733204130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXYHKixC-KI/AAAAAAAABpQ/FjaEd8jgKoQ/s320/IMG_1646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293426296439363250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXYHK7v61rI/AAAAAAAABpY/lVTRf2yH8sI/s320/IMG_1640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for those of you who might like to see proof of the pantry pilfering, here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293438481977294466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXYSQOajvoI/AAAAAAAABpg/oNAl_e4XoLU/s320/IMG_1618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-8151994242602941498?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/8151994242602941498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=8151994242602941498' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8151994242602941498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8151994242602941498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/ta-da.html' title='Ta-Da!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXYSiU5Uz1I/AAAAAAAABpo/-kqDbqwtRdo/s72-c/IMG_1645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-6109215397246347163</id><published>2009-01-20T08:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:34:00.808-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Latest Work Of Art</title><content type='html'>On days where Avery wakes up before Braden, she normally pads into my room and gets into bed with me. Today was different though. She wanted me to come to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I groaned a little, wanting to steal a few more minutes of warm snuggly time under my own covers, but found my way to Avery's room so she wouldn't keep yelling, then wake Braden up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Momma, look at this," she happily gestured toward her wall that holds her wooden letters than spell her name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This should have been my first clue. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293383167595665746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXXf8gSSWVI/AAAAAAAABoQ/KtvH8ML54zI/s320/IMG_1626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my second. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293383178655189602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXXf9JfFSmI/AAAAAAAABow/PxAo0Ul1vXg/s320/IMG_1621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293383173844935298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXXf83kOooI/AAAAAAAABoo/OaRQkkQg6vE/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293383173195491842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXXf81JY6gI/AAAAAAAABog/vL-WQRjubUg/s320/IMG_1623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293383171316432914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXXf8uJYwBI/AAAAAAAABoY/0Wv0f7gnxC0/s320/IMG_1625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I traced my letters so I will know how to spell my name better. And I made a maze that traces around my hands!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was so pleased with herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is something that should have warranted a spanking, but I just didn't have it in me this morning. Her art was creative, and when she saw my expression she immediately felt bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Avery, does that look like paper?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where is the only place we are supposed to color/draw/write?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Paper." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is a no-no."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm sorry Momma. I thought you might not like it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If it were on paper, I would like it very much."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I know what! Let's get the white eraser then get it wet and wipe the walls."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was under her covers by then. She felt so bad, she didn't even try to ask to get up and play. I got lots of extra snuggles, and every often she would add, "momma, we need to get the wet eraser...." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once she knew it wasn't supposed to be there, she wanted it gone immediately. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-6109215397246347163?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/6109215397246347163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=6109215397246347163' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6109215397246347163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/6109215397246347163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/latest-work-of-art.html' title='Latest Work Of Art'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SXXf8gSSWVI/AAAAAAAABoQ/KtvH8ML54zI/s72-c/IMG_1626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-4479652534410946052</id><published>2009-01-12T14:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:36:38.766-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skydive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gatlinburg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>A Brookside Retreat</title><content type='html'>As I alluded to in one of my previous posts, Kenny surprised me at Christmas with a fabulous weekend away for just the two of us. He was so thoughtful to plan our trip to a very special place; where we spent our honeymoon. We found that "our cabin" (named Brookside, because it sat behind a babbling brook), was just as we left it 8 years ago! As the memories rushed back to us, we were amazed at how it seemed like such a short time ago, as well as such a long time ago, depending on how you looked at things. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290512830978675042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWutY7IhUWI/AAAAAAAABmk/UIdMd3o9KlU/s320/IMG_1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived Friday evening to our secret hideaway, settled in for a bit, then headed to Pigeon Forge for some evening activities. After eating dinner at a cute 50's Diner, we enjoyed a Magic Show! We both did not know what to expect, but were pleasantly surprised at what a good show it really was. The show contained a tiger, and other animals from Africa as well!  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290512834937352962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWutZJ4V8wI/AAAAAAAABms/5EJulRSHZvg/s320/IMG_1503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were definitely some interesting characters in the audience with us, but that should be saved for another post all to itself. Our magician had received an award that was equal to the Grammy Award in the world of magic. He was in the company of other famous magicians to win the same award. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290512842093396146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWutZkiegLI/AAAAAAAABm8/rmT-uuRq0rk/s320/IMG_1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what happens when you take a picture and don't know it's zoomed in!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290512836567000226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWutZP84ZKI/AAAAAAAABm0/Vk_t-zMFKC8/s320/IMG_1507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty late after the show due to the loss of an hour from the time change, so we headed back to Townsend, where our sweet little cabin was nestled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday we slept in. For some folks, this may seem like a minor detail, but to those of us who have to get up when the kids get up, this was HUGE! We actually did not get ready and out of the cabin until lunchtime, so we stopped at a cute little cafe on the way to Gatlinburg. &lt;/div&gt;We reenacted several poses that were taken the 'first time around.'&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290513527455562722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWuuBdtjO-I/AAAAAAAABnU/_jZ4i2jhgWQ/s320/IMG_1538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately it rained off and on during the day, and was a bit chilly, but we still enjoyed our time walking the streets of Gatlinburg, reminiscing about the things we did the first time we were there. We had a caricature drawn of us, and both decided that we will stop having pictures made of us, and will just have drawings the older we get. She made us look good...as good as a caricature can look!  My waist was super skinny; Kenny's neck was buff; what more could you ask for!?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290517380903600834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWuxhw7KAsI/AAAAAAAABoE/wPon5vfVENQ/s320/IMG_1607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also perused through many shops along the way.  This is what happens when you start getting a little bored.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290512843688136562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWutZqesT3I/AAAAAAAABnE/uc_0s3vAths/s320/IMG_1536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290513519804447954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWuuBBNYfNI/AAAAAAAABnM/Rn4ukActBqU/s320/IMG_1537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed an afternoon snack at Bubba Gump's.  Someone snuck in the background of Kenny's picture!  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290513537946959282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWuuCEy5PbI/AAAAAAAABnc/Szk351eVJKc/s320/IMG_1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never categorized myself as an adrenaline junkie, but after what happened next, I might start to lean in that direction.  Kenny was very kind to encourage me to do something I wanted, even though he did not want to participate himself.  He sat alongside me during the learning experience, then took lots and lots of pictures.  What is this experience, you may ask?  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290514315012451602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWuuvTlvrRI/AAAAAAAABn0/h00zxsBrHQA/s320/IMG_1586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290513548422396690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWuuCr0buxI/AAAAAAAABnk/chJlPUfcVsw/s320/IMG_1555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indoor Skydiving!  Yep!  I did it, and it was a blast!  I've always wanted to skydive for real, and this is as close as I will get for a while.  The experience was amazing!  I loved how I was challenged to take a leap of faith and jump into a 130 mile per hour wind, while trying to manipulate the right form to stay flying.  There were two other guys in the tunnel with me, and they both chose me to go first.  It was fun learning the hand motions from the instructor, telling us what position our hands, arms, feet, legs, etc. should be.  We witnessed a few other instructors before I "flew" who held onto their students the entire time.  I was lucky to get an instructor who encouraged us to be independent.  At some points, he let go of me completely, and I found myself soaring toward the top of the tunnel.  Once, I even looked around because I thought was too high, and there was my instructor, halfway up the tunnel, flying alongside of me!  The word I keep returning to is AMAZING!  I wish I had more words to describe what a fantastic experience it was, but I should continue on with the rest of our trip.   &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290513547600413730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWuuCowdRCI/AAAAAAAABns/AHO8-TpvGSY/s320/IMG_1579+brighter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that, we found a movie theater and checked out show times.  We planned to see Valkyrie, but had some time to kill before the showing.  Kenny noticed a huge store called, As Seen on TV, and thought it would be funny to see everything inside.  We laughed and laughed and took pictures.  It probably won't be as funny to anyone else reading, but we made lots of memories and inside jokes.   &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290514328955283826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWuuwHh-aXI/AAAAAAAABn8/mryOzEgesdw/s320/IMG_1592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was very good, based on true events.  When it was over, our snack from Bubba Gump had worn off, so we found a wings place called The Blue Moose where we enjoyed dinner, and Kenny got to watch a playoff game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we headed back to the cabin, where Kenny tried to start a fire with what little wood he found that was dry.  We enjoyed the warmth until it ran out, then headed to bed after a dip in the jacuzzi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we slept in a little bit, but needed to get on the road before lunch so we actually set an alarm.  On the way home, we enjoyed music, stories, scenery, and 'the world's largest indoor flea market.'  Nice.  We were able to take our time getting home, and arrived before small group started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot express how nice the weekend was.  Being alone with each other, having a nice break from worrying about other people's needs but your own, sleeping in, not having to be on a schedule was nice (and much needed). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no greater welcome than being bombarded with giant hugs from your favorite little people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-4479652534410946052?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/4479652534410946052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=4479652534410946052' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4479652534410946052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/4479652534410946052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/brookside-retreat.html' title='A Brookside Retreat'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWutY7IhUWI/AAAAAAAABmk/UIdMd3o9KlU/s72-c/IMG_1499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-3979668094160210783</id><published>2009-01-08T16:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:08:11.487-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Where's Waldo? ...er, uh... Braden?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWZ42njt5PI/AAAAAAAABmU/DKb76hARRGA/s1600-h/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289047692120286450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWZ42njt5PI/AAAAAAAABmU/DKb76hARRGA/s320/IMG_1493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWZ42njt5PI/AAAAAAAABmU/DKb76hARRGA/s1600-h/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he is!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWZ43JJFnAI/AAAAAAAABmc/evyVmY_xDjs/s1600-h/IMG_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289047701135399938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWZ43JJFnAI/AAAAAAAABmc/evyVmY_xDjs/s320/IMG_1497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-3979668094160210783?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/3979668094160210783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=3979668094160210783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3979668094160210783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3979668094160210783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/wheres-waldo-er-uh-braden.html' title='Where&apos;s Waldo? ...er, uh... Braden?'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWZ42njt5PI/AAAAAAAABmU/DKb76hARRGA/s72-c/IMG_1493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-3967199196997332866</id><published>2009-01-07T10:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:51:50.528-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>A Taste of Things to Come</title><content type='html'>To no avail, I tried to capture a picture of Braden digging through the pantry, which would be quite appropriate for this post. Just try to get a mental picture. It's really quite cute, until you have to clean up what he's pulled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't close it just right, the door doesn't latch properly and the pantry is free game for food grabbing, chubby, one year old mits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most everyone knows Braden is a big boy. He's huge actually, and until I played Wii Sports, I thought my arms were totally in shape from toting him around, but that's a whole other story entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he is a big boy, he likes to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, he can down the grub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning he ate one waffle, one bowl of yogurt, some Honeycombs, and one of Avery's (who eats like a bird) untouched french toast sticks. Plus a cup of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get him out of his chair between each new food. Crying/fussing would ensue, so I left him there. It was only until after the french toast stick that he was appeased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens most every meal. Morning. Noon. And night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between meals, if he looks up and someone happens to be holding a plate, he literally says, "mmm", walks over, grins, and proceeds to stand there with a gaping mouth until a fork or spoon is placed inside.  It's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His protests for food only become annoying when I'm in trying to make supper or clean the kitchen.  He thinks any presence in the kitchen means food and that he is entitled to it, making it nearly impossible to accomplish anything in the kitchen within a normal amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I walk around the corner and see his little arms digging for snacks, my mind fast forwards to when he is 16 and trying to keep his tummy full. Mama Mia! Our grocery bill is going to be out of this world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-3967199196997332866?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/3967199196997332866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=3967199196997332866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3967199196997332866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3967199196997332866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/taste-of-things-to-come.html' title='A Taste of Things to Come'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-7732820944815892531</id><published>2009-01-03T22:04:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:45:53.414-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shelley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to motivate myself to update this blog because I know I'm so far behind! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA74zPbkHI/AAAAAAAABls/zz4YqlFj_b8/s1600-h/IMG_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287291809546604658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA74zPbkHI/AAAAAAAABls/zz4YqlFj_b8/s320/IMG_1275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed our trip to Texas to spend Christmas with my family. It was a long road trip with the kids, but we survived. I don't really want to be cooped up in a car for that long with a 14 month old any time soon again, but loved the time we had together as a family sans screaming.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA75TZ3RNI/AAAAAAAABl8/-mTWWFzDMIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287291818180297938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA75TZ3RNI/AAAAAAAABl8/-mTWWFzDMIQ/s320/IMG_1306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa was good to Avery and Braden, and Uncle Jase outdid himself with Avery's present. He surprised her with her very own Barbie Jeep. Who knew a 3 year old did not need a license to drive! Braden likes to ride beside her as much as she enjoys to drive it. Unfortunately, it is still parked in Texas, but my parents are bringing when they come to visit over spring break. Avery was such a good kid, not being greedy or acting selfish, and she hasn't even asked about it! We're keeping it that way for now. I know she'll be excited when she sees it again.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA7516M6FI/AAAAAAAABmM/cMY0NeqUpdw/s1600-h/IMG_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287291827442739282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA7516M6FI/AAAAAAAABmM/cMY0NeqUpdw/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Braden of course enjoyed the boxes and wrapping as much as the presents enclosed. He's at a super fun age right now. I'm enjoying every minute of his life. He's learning new words, and it's fun watching him communicate with pats, points, and expressions.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA562tTgLI/AAAAAAAABlk/xjnIkRJeBDc/s1600-h/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287289645813694642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA562tTgLI/AAAAAAAABlk/xjnIkRJeBDc/s320/IMG_1447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;I'm afraid I didn't do Kenny justice with his presents because we were keeping our spending low this year, but he outdid himself with a surprise trip for me to re-visit our cabin where we stayed on our honeymoon! (Complete with pre-set babysitting! I don't even have to worry about setting that up!) I've been dropping hints, and outright asking for some time away for just us, not thinking it would happen due to budget constraints, but what a fun surprise!!! Kudos to Kenny! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA75S3JzbI/AAAAAAAABl0/c-_XKUSaQis/s1600-h/IMG_1294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287291818034711986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA75S3JzbI/AAAAAAAABl0/c-_XKUSaQis/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in Texas, the kids enjoyed time with Grammy and Pop, playing games, trying out new toys, putting together puzzles, and making a gingerbread house. Avery began requesting that from Grammy before we even set out on our journey. She was a little sad to see it was more of a process than she thought, and would have been content to just eat the candy. It turned into a project for the entire family, and will always be a fond memory tucked into my heart. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA75nuaQAI/AAAAAAAABmE/BgGYCYK6VVs/s1600-h/IMG_1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287291823635185666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA75nuaQAI/AAAAAAAABmE/BgGYCYK6VVs/s320/IMG_1432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been home this week, and have thoroughly enjoyed our time with Daddy home. Avery keeps asking why he's not at work, but loves the fact that he's not! We're spoiled and will be lonely when Monday rolls around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were also surprised with a visit from my long time friend, &lt;a href="http://shellbelltales.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelley&lt;/a&gt; (and her husband and kids), whom I met at Harding. Our lives have been intertwined since our first hello. We've shared so many things in common, from family similarities, lifestyles, likes, dislikes, college classes, workplaces, to having both of our kids within weeks of each other. It was such a joy to get to visit with them on their way back from Florida this week. My dream of having our kids play together came true and was fantastic even if it was only for a short time. Avery and Easton met each other one time before when they were both not even a year old. Thursday evening they were reunited as 3 1/2 year olds, and were able to introduce their brothers to each other. Braden was instantly smitten with Shelley and turned into a snuggle bug with her.  He thought Lawson was funny the way he danced to everything!  The entire night was a blast! What fun! If only we lived closer.... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA567Vh4EI/AAAAAAAABlc/z4ztFIWiGug/s1600-h/IMG_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287289647056150594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA567Vh4EI/AAAAAAAABlc/z4ztFIWiGug/s320/IMG_1469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA55lIXgtI/AAAAAAAABlE/XSUU8q-YJ8I/s1600-h/IMG_1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287289623915496146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA55lIXgtI/AAAAAAAABlE/XSUU8q-YJ8I/s320/IMG_1488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA56ZNONVI/AAAAAAAABlU/HXO-rg7jHbo/s1600-h/IMG_1480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287289637894501714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA56ZNONVI/AAAAAAAABlU/HXO-rg7jHbo/s320/IMG_1480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA56EvoxrI/AAAAAAAABlM/uYNBoTW-dew/s1600-h/IMG_1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287289632401704626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA56EvoxrI/AAAAAAAABlM/uYNBoTW-dew/s320/IMG_1486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenny and I realize that we are truly blessed, and pray with all of our hearts that 2009 will bring us as much joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/30283158-7732820944815892531?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/7732820944815892531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=7732820944815892531' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/7732820944815892531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/7732820944815892531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SWA74zPbkHI/AAAAAAAABls/zz4YqlFj_b8/s72-c/IMG_1275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-3771803291275866617</id><published>2008-12-10T22:19:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:41.725-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Bad Mom?</title><content type='html'>...Not because of what happens in the video, but because I laughed. Hard. Don't blink; you might miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to Avery and me talk if you want, but that's not the best part....(it's at the beginning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f9641bae6bedb66e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df9641bae6bedb66e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329942952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20094329CAE32F82138F5B8542BB427C949EDC2C.614F7FE0F3AC796D4C27E8569B77FB3B70DE25AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df9641bae6bedb66e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du9Jv2dQNqt_Rj0WBjZlCn7Eni-M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df9641bae6bedb66e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329942952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20094329CAE32F82138F5B8542BB427C949EDC2C.614F7FE0F3AC796D4C27E8569B77FB3B70DE25AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df9641bae6bedb66e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du9Jv2dQNqt_Rj0WBjZlCn7Eni-M&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/30283158-3771803291275866617?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f9641bae6bedb66e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/3771803291275866617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=3771803291275866617' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3771803291275866617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/3771803291275866617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-mom.html' title='Bad Mom?'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1096920458858629906</id><published>2008-12-10T16:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:51:25.726-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><title type='text'>We're Going To Church, Momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SUBGSZa4_pI/AAAAAAAABJE/ThdMI5DB4xQ/s1600-h/IMG_1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278296045153484434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SUBGSZa4_pI/AAAAAAAABJE/ThdMI5DB4xQ/s320/IMG_1261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Avery's version of church.  Notice every chair is full!  Must be a good preacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was really cute; she even sang "Awesome God."  Braden took a front row seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wondered if it is healthy that she already believes that chairs lined up, facing one man on a stage, is worship.  I hope Kenny and I will be able to point her in a direction so she can read God's Word and decipher which is His Truth and which is man made rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SUBGSYrBnBI/AAAAAAAABI8/HvASERqbz6M/s1600-h/IMG_1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278296044952722450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SUBGSYrBnBI/AAAAAAAABI8/HvASERqbz6M/s320/IMG_1262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-1096920458858629906?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1096920458858629906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1096920458858629906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1096920458858629906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1096920458858629906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-going-to-church-momma.html' title='We&apos;re Going To Church, Momma'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SUBGSZa4_pI/AAAAAAAABJE/ThdMI5DB4xQ/s72-c/IMG_1261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-8039894495333145522</id><published>2008-12-06T14:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:28:09.752-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog about what a fun time we had during Thanksgiving, but keep putting it off.   My friend Stacy blogged about it so now I am going to steal her blog.  If you want to know what we did.  Go &lt;a href="http://michigancutie.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-2008.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-8039894495333145522?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/8039894495333145522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=8039894495333145522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8039894495333145522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8039894495333145522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-2873009448407080499</id><published>2008-12-05T14:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:49:40.799-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Sleeping Babes</title><content type='html'>Although I don't dare try it often (for fear of awaking sleeping babes), one of my favorite things to do is watch my kids sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their peaceful faces, full of innocence tend to overwhelm me, and I almost always end up with a tear in my eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following images were taken after last week. We were able to spend a fabulous time with long-time friends &lt;a href="http://jonstacy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jon&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://michigancutie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt; for the Thanksgiving holiday. The kids played their little hearts out. I think the pictures speak for what fun we all had!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmRawu3BCI/AAAAAAAABIs/MkyRWKInovc/s1600-h/IMG_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276408327385318434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmRawu3BCI/AAAAAAAABIs/MkyRWKInovc/s320/IMG_1229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmRbDQPsqI/AAAAAAAABI0/Lfa3UKPRsSk/s1600-h/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276408332357186210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmRbDQPsqI/AAAAAAAABI0/Lfa3UKPRsSk/s320/IMG_1230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmRaZvWxuI/AAAAAAAABIc/J7dlIMIU7Xw/s1600-h/IMG_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276408321213384418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmRaZvWxuI/AAAAAAAABIc/J7dlIMIU7Xw/s320/IMG_1236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmRasL3uDI/AAAAAAAABIk/Q1wS84eYMF4/s1600-h/IMG_1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276408326164822066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmRasL3uDI/AAAAAAAABIk/Q1wS84eYMF4/s320/IMG_1239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-2873009448407080499?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/2873009448407080499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=2873009448407080499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2873009448407080499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/2873009448407080499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleeping-babes.html' title='Sleeping Babes'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmRawu3BCI/AAAAAAAABIs/MkyRWKInovc/s72-c/IMG_1229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-1621079866852955062</id><published>2008-12-05T14:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:21:43.330-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Two Peas In A Pod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmM32KeEPI/AAAAAAAABIU/VC8uqPWaRWk/s1600-h/IMG_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276403329501368562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmM32KeEPI/AAAAAAAABIU/VC8uqPWaRWk/s320/IMG_1220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmM3jcm81I/AAAAAAAABIM/XoPdXJDXxkI/s1600-h/IMG_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276403324477174610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmM3jcm81I/AAAAAAAABIM/XoPdXJDXxkI/s320/IMG_1219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmM3RIAz5I/AAAAAAAABIE/iDhLQ-6tzoc/s1600-h/IMG_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276403319558950802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmM3RIAz5I/AAAAAAAABIE/iDhLQ-6tzoc/s320/IMG_1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little angels seem to be inseparable lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-1621079866852955062?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1621079866852955062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=1621079866852955062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1621079866852955062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/1621079866852955062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-peas-in-pod.html' title='Two Peas In A Pod'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/STmM32KeEPI/AAAAAAAABIU/VC8uqPWaRWk/s72-c/IMG_1220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-5614226394323234683</id><published>2008-12-04T15:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:32:36.736-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet story'/><title type='text'>Selfless</title><content type='html'>Kenny has been teaching Dave Ramsey's financial advice to his Personal Finance class at school. Each day he comes home with new tidbits that we sometimes do and sometimes don't know. The other day's advice was about helping young children corellate hard work with earning money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery has always been a big 'help' around the house, but recently her 'help' has turned into taking a few things off my list of things to do. I've always thought that kids need to do things around the house without expecting anything in return because that's just what being a part of a family means. Kenny's new advice was a bit interesting to me though because I do want her to be a hard worker and learn about how to earn money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I made a task chart. Not a chore chart....I don't like the word chore for some reason. When it was complete with things such as helping with laundry, taking dishes to sink after meals, setting the table, picking up toys, cleaning room, etc. I started to explain to her how it would work. Every time she did one of the things, she could put a sticker in the box under the days that she did them. At the end of the week we would count the stickers, and if there were a certain amount (still to be determined) then she could earn a little money to either save in her piggy bank or save to buy a little toy of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished explaining, she had the normal questions, "how do we earn again?" "where do I put the stickers?" Once they were answered, I explained again the benefit and reward of earning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to save it momma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I suspected she wanted to buy something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need to sell it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sell it? I continued to listen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, we need to give it to other people because some people don't have things and aren't blessed like we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let that speak for itself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-5614226394323234683?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/5614226394323234683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=5614226394323234683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5614226394323234683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/5614226394323234683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2008/12/selfless.html' title='Selfless'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-7622083008306669126</id><published>2008-11-21T13:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:31:21.921-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Braden's New Trick.</title><content type='html'>Braden discovered this new trick after naptime one afternoon this week.  He thinks it's hilarious; as do we!  I wish I had not stopped taping because the finale is him throwing himself backward.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8de19281ca3db4ae" 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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8de19281ca3db4ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329942953%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61FA3C662E757578814F44F544EFD15ED060AB01.1FD02D3B9BCE02266AE088298A5945E8834B0521%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8de19281ca3db4ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmWnzwBMtu80IbXm7LUVrs1E6iJI&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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8de19281ca3db4ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329942953%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61FA3C662E757578814F44F544EFD15ED060AB01.1FD02D3B9BCE02266AE088298A5945E8834B0521%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8de19281ca3db4ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmWnzwBMtu80IbXm7LUVrs1E6iJI&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/30283158-7622083008306669126?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8de19281ca3db4ae&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/7622083008306669126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=7622083008306669126' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/7622083008306669126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/7622083008306669126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2008/11/bradens-new-trick.html' title='Braden&apos;s New Trick.'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283158.post-8348760802397889587</id><published>2008-11-20T13:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:54:37.761-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stocking'/><title type='text'>Deck the Halls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made these stockings to sell on my etsy site and take to the next Market show we have, but I'm thinking I won't be too sad if they don't sell. I secretly had Avery and Braden in mind whilst sewing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....But of course if you like them, or know someone who might, you can buy them &lt;a href="http://www.pattycakedesigns.etsy.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SSW_p3bnnrI/AAAAAAAABHg/EZaBL31GqCg/s1600-h/IMG_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270829664882368178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SSW_p3bnnrI/AAAAAAAABHg/EZaBL31GqCg/s320/IMG_1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SSW_qB3XPbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bJHgqau8lJw/s1600-h/IMG_1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270829667683089842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SSW_qB3XPbI/AAAAAAAABHo/bJHgqau8lJw/s320/IMG_1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SSW_qmO2u5I/AAAAAAAABH4/D7Zbbel6EkI/s1600-h/IMG_1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270829677445299090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SSW_qmO2u5I/AAAAAAAABH4/D7Zbbel6EkI/s320/IMG_1211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SSW_qAYIElI/AAAAAAAABHw/ntqSHjMQpbo/s1600-h/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270829667283636818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SSW_qAYIElI/AAAAAAAABHw/ntqSHjMQpbo/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30283158-8348760802397889587?l=jameysimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/8348760802397889587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30283158&amp;postID=8348760802397889587' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8348760802397889587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30283158/posts/default/8348760802397889587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameysimpson.blogspot.com/2008/11/deck-halls.html' title='Deck the Halls!'/><author><name>Jamey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961212351890146534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/S6d6QvhOCHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mKnExwp2tFw/S220/IMG_3790small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iohjug-gIio/SSW_p3bnnrI/AAAAAAAABHg/EZaBL31GqCg/s72-c/IMG_1199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
