<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860</id><updated>2011-07-28T06:35:31.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times with our little family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-4848143055840434675</id><published>2011-07-26T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T20:51:50.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Nana</title><content type='html'>Hi anyone who might be reading this. My mom is in Fiji, and so she never gets to see me, or my kiddies or the house that I am building - so this post is for her. This post is all videos that I don't want to post on facebook simply because it would BORE everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Eddie on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e47d500d8132063" 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://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=4848143055840434675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/4848143055840434675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/4848143055840434675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-for-nana.html' title='Just for Nana'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-7248983363079316471</id><published>2010-06-25T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:38:25.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Mia Remixed</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-22b76bb99f000ff0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22b76bb99f000ff0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324937%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CD65532F55BAC689052018FF0FA3749C6CF75E8.6144B137328312411B231BA692DECC3728405888%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22b76bb99f000ff0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzvOCw3WmAAwwA1Roe1-uL9GOqgA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22b76bb99f000ff0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324937%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CD65532F55BAC689052018FF0FA3749C6CF75E8.6144B137328312411B231BA692DECC3728405888%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22b76bb99f000ff0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzvOCw3WmAAwwA1Roe1-uL9GOqgA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy LOVES to sing Mama mia, when he was even smaller and could barely talk he used to sing 'super trooper' all the time. People in stores would come up and ask me "is your kid singing ABBA?" and I would answer "yes, yes he is" - Naturally I was very proud of him. Now he loves to sing 'mama mia' and he always requests it - it was even our opening song for family home evening last week. This video is a treasure to me, and will always remind me of his 'mama mia' phase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-7248983363079316471?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/7248983363079316471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=7248983363079316471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/7248983363079316471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/7248983363079316471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2010/06/mama-mia-remixed.html' title='Mama Mia Remixed'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-3204928778818183404</id><published>2010-05-26T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:00:37.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit the Road Jack... and by Jack I mean Raccoon.</title><content type='html'>So, as you all know from my last post, I had a mama raccoon and her baby living in the area around my hot tub. Awesome. Now, here is the true story about what we did to finally rid ourselves of our unwanted guests.&lt;br /&gt;We have this amazing home teacher, Mike, who rarely visits our home to share a message, instead he comes over every couple of months to help us with some problem or other. He was the one who initially caught and carried out the Rat from our crawlspace (I don't want to talk about it), and then he came over and hung a light fixture in my kitchen, and he rebuilt the bench on our deck, so it was only natural that we call him when we needed help with our newest problem. So, a couple weeks ago Mike came over one morning, and he and Jesse jammed broom handles into the den, (previously known as our hot tub) and banged all around it and decided that the coons must not be in there anymore, so they sealed up the hole where the Raccoon was getting in and out of. Later that night the mama raccoon, in desperation, broke out of the sealed hot tub.  Apparently they were just being really quiet. So we piled some of our kid's toys up against the new hole, to make in more inconvenient for mama to get in - although we now understood that she was pretty serious about living there. It was at this point that Jesse conveniently went away on business for a week. So I bolted all the doors covered all the windows and pretended we didn't even have a backyard.&lt;br /&gt;When Jesse got home he knew he had to find a way to get the mama and the baby out, and THEN seal it all up, but how?? We decided to make a party of it all, and invited Mike and his family and our other good friends Candise and Kevin and their kids over for dinner and a raccoon hunt. Everyone chatted and ate tacos, and then the wives and kids all went to the park while the men stood around with a rake, a bat and shovel and tried to figure out how best to get the coons out. They decided to drill holes in the back part of the hot tub where the raccoons were camping out, and then they rammed the broom handle in the hole and sprayed febreeze in. Then they heard a deep rumbling growl, apparently they now had the mama's attention.  The kept spraying stuff in there until the mama finally stuck her head out.  Wisely, the men backed off and let her make the next move. When she decided they weren't going to hurt her she called in for her baby to come out, and that's when we found out she had FIVE babies in there with her. Apparently the babies were really cute and loved playing with all the toys on the deck, and just like human children, it took the mom a long time to gather them all up into one group at the bottom of our fence. Then the mama took each baby one at a time in her mouth and climbed over the fence and hid them somewhere - presumably in one of our neighbors hot tubs.&lt;br /&gt;HORRAY! I am so happy to be done with them all. And so happy that neither the raccoons or any of us were harmed in the process.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to deal with the bird that is stuck in my fireplace. Fantastic, I love being a home owner.&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1118/1377508475_f537bef67c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1118/1377508475_f537bef67c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1118/1377508475_f537bef67c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-3204928778818183404?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/3204928778818183404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=3204928778818183404' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/3204928778818183404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/3204928778818183404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2010/05/hit-road-jack-and-by-jack-i-mean.html' title='Hit the Road Jack... and by Jack I mean Raccoon.'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1118/1377508475_f537bef67c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-3420136055077212342</id><published>2010-05-19T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:39:08.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raccoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wedofunny.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/raccoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://wedofunny.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/raccoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been painting the outside of our house (pictures to come), so Jesse went around tearing pieces of our house off that he thought were rotten, and then talking of plans to replace and fix it all...we'll see. Anyways, he tore a piece of the surrounding off our hot tub off , and since it made no difference to the hot tub, he said he would replace later. A couple days later, we were out in the backyard - still painting - and I saw Tommy walk over to a very small grey fluffy thing. Then I saw him reach down to pick it up. I watched him put his had right on it to pick it up, and meanwhile my brain was trying to figure out what the little fuzz ball was that wasn't running or hopping away from my 4-year-old boy. Just as my brain registered the coloring we all heard a hissing coming from the bushes by Tommy, and then the Mama raccoon came out just as I started yelling for Tommy to come back into the house. We all got in the house behind the sliding door just in time to watch the mommy coon pick up the baby coon and jump into the hole by our hot tub left there after Jesse tore that piece of wood off. seriously?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long story short, we have mama and baby raccoon living in the dark warm area around our hot tub, and we keep a shovel by the back door - to protect us in case the mama comes out. Of course it costs minimum $245 to get someone to catch the raccoons, so Jesse is planning his own Raccoon Catching Mission, we'll see. We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-3420136055077212342?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/3420136055077212342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=3420136055077212342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/3420136055077212342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/3420136055077212342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2010/05/raccoon.html' title='The Raccoon'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-7891521131948769197</id><published>2010-04-28T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:45:39.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I realize that I haven't posted anything for a really long time...just over 9 months probably, and that is because I was busy. Yes, as you all know, I had baby boy number 3 - or Edward, as some people call him. I'm not going to lie, it was a super tough pregnancy, for me and my family! I was sick at first, then tired, then cranky, and generally really uncomfortable. At one point Jesse said "I don't know if we should have any more kids, I'm not sure if I can handle it." Ya, I didn't cook supper, clean my house, dance to the radio, or stay up later than 9pm for most of the pregnancy, so I can see how that was tough on everyone. But I am happy to say that I feel like myself again! I am baking cookies, dancing and singing around the house, painting picture frames, doing laundry and blogging apparently. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My newest little guy is so sweet! He is gorgeous first of all, with dark hair and blue eyes (for now, we'll see if they last). He has a bit of Tommy and bit of Sammy, both in looks and his behavior. He loves to sleep, like Sammy, but when he is awake he is very active, just like Tommy. The older brothers LOVE him, in fact I have recently started hiding Eddie while he sleeps, so he isn't attacked with boogery kisses and very tight hugs. Sammy is always walking around the house asking "where is Eddie?" it's kinda cute.  Tommy calls the baby "bam bam" and loves to pat his back, and gets excited when he burps because he knows baby's need to get their burps out.  If it wasn't so smuthering, it would be really adorable.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But enough chit chat, here are some pics of my little boys.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465409096248675250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/S9kInbYXS7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/OBq4RUj5cKI/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465409104465440578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/S9kIn5_ZL0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/b5vxPyRRo78/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465409110648972770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/S9kIoRBqZeI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Z2ClUwuJP7U/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465410636292925842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/S9kKBEfhqZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/WTWOIdp5gCY/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465410628146337330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/S9kKAmJOljI/AAAAAAAAAfw/TPbNfuuHh_I/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465409125607122674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/S9kIpIv9pvI/AAAAAAAAAfo/5d2ZeVHR_88/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465409115415264306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/S9kIoiyCPDI/AAAAAAAAAfg/fB1luKznW7U/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465410649105646082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/S9kKB0OUQgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/AJkNaAETIAY/s400/022.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-7891521131948769197?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/7891521131948769197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=7891521131948769197' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/7891521131948769197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/7891521131948769197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/S9kInbYXS7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/OBq4RUj5cKI/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-4795072028528504573</id><published>2009-05-14T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:57:05.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy on a two-wheeler</title><content type='html'>For Christmas last year my dad gave Tommy a 'running bike', which is a bike with no pedals and no training wheels and you just run a bit then lift up you legs and ride the bike.  They are how Europeans teach their kids to ride bikes in stead of training wheels.  They totally work!  He was awesome on his running bike, and really loves it, then one of your neighbors gave us a two-wheeler bike with no training wheels, so we decided to let Tommy try it.  He rode around our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;culdesac&lt;/span&gt; on the very first try, all by himself!  It was amazing.  He is not yet 3 1/2 and he can ride his two-wheeler like a pro.  The whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;culdesace&lt;/span&gt; has come out to cheer him on and talk about how cool it is that he can ride.  The only problem is that he is still a little bit too small for his bike so we have to help him get on it, so I try to get him to ride non-stop as much as he can around and around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;culdesac&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is Tommy telling me how many times he has ridden his bike around the culdesac so far.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sg0CQpTxrGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/332fU8fDI_8/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335923618493869154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sg0CQpTxrGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/332fU8fDI_8/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Tommy's very first try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sg0CQWlmR8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/LxFNmGfkrCU/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335923613468346306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sg0CQWlmR8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/LxFNmGfkrCU/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-4795072028528504573?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/4795072028528504573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=4795072028528504573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/4795072028528504573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/4795072028528504573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/05/tommy-on-two-wheeler.html' title='Tommy on a two-wheeler'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sg0CQpTxrGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/332fU8fDI_8/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-9070384866823884176</id><published>2009-05-14T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:46:07.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More mediocre talents</title><content type='html'>As many of you may know I love to learn to do things, yet I have neither the natural talent or the patience to become really good at any of these things.  For example:  playing the piano, singing, dancing, crocheting, doing hair and make-up, sewing, cooking, baking...really the list could go on.  And I am very excited to let you all know that I am adding to that list by learning how to knit, and also gardening!  I was first inspired to learn how to knit when I read the book "The Friday Night Book Club"  which is amazing and you should all read it - if you haven't already.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Candise&lt;/span&gt; and I and a few other moms in my ward and some of my young women are learning to knit and my first project is a G&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;riffindor&lt;/span&gt; scarf in honor of the new Harry Potter movie coming out - woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sgz-8eO6V6I/AAAAAAAAAew/UhoACC7o20M/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335919973388408738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sgz-8eO6V6I/AAAAAAAAAew/UhoACC7o20M/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sgz-8MJRgcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jJsuDLYdc24/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335919968532922818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sgz-8MJRgcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jJsuDLYdc24/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am also learning to garden - I am really proud of all my tulips and daffodils that I planted last fall and they all came up - this was a real miracle to me, because I have never made anything grow before.  I am really pumped and might even plant a small vegetable garden.  We'll see.  But for now I am loving all the beautiful flowers that grow so easily in Vancouver weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sgz-8LMFFkI/AAAAAAAAAeg/OK3PufBchU4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335919968276256322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sgz-8LMFFkI/AAAAAAAAAeg/OK3PufBchU4/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-9070384866823884176?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/9070384866823884176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=9070384866823884176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/9070384866823884176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/9070384866823884176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-mediocre-talents.html' title='More mediocre talents'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sgz-8eO6V6I/AAAAAAAAAew/UhoACC7o20M/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-2154291738300864749</id><published>2009-04-29T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:23:00.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>April was a busy month, I turned 23, again, at the beginning of the month, and had a good birthday, thank you to everyone who remembered. Jesse and I went to see a play that was weird and artistic, we feel very hip. Then there was Easter - which was nice, we had an Easter party with all the little kiddies around my boys age and their mommies. They searched for eggs in the backyard and then just played there for awhile, it was such a beautiful day for an outside party. I love Vancouver because spring actually means warm. I taught a class at our stake relief society women's conference, which consumed my thoughts for most of the month - I only took a break to read "the confessions of fit&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Confession-of-Fitzwilliam-Darcy/dp/B0011UCOIY/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1241042117&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zwilliam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;darcy&lt;/span&gt;" - which for all of you P&amp;amp;P fans out there, was amazing. The boys are loving being outside and I'm loving getting out of the house too...it's easier to ignore the laundry that way. Here are some pics from this month, sorry it's all just one big clump, I'll try better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy reading some weird mag on the potty - honestly not a set-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330236847867187058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfjOLB3ST3I/AAAAAAAAAdA/jSw_YiY1Zeg/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy is getting so big, and he loves to eat, a nice break from picky Tommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330236854416331906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfjOLaQuVII/AAAAAAAAAdI/dd-UtMf3wJg/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When I ask Tommy to smile for the camera he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;insists&lt;/span&gt; on being weird - how long will this last?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330236857897918306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfjOLnOzH2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zFrol6DaJ4Y/s400/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sammy loves to ride his bike - and I promise I fixed his hair after awhile, but it's very hard to cut a 1-year-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; hair!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330236864040036386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfjOL-HMaCI/AAAAAAAAAdY/HraoVOkiatk/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tommy with his head under at swim lessons, he was the only one in his class who would.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330236861599434770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfjOL1BTyBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/jMxUr9HE1vM/s400/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The boys got cold so Daddy made them their own personal hot tubs.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330238051232517090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfjPREv8C-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/VhQPlZ-dbvM/s400/083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Playing at the park.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330238054792566898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfjPRSAuGHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/4DC40HPd3IM/s400/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;No, we don't make him wear a helmet all day(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; I've considered it), this is just a stop on a long bike ride.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330238059084677314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfjPRiACgMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fx_yjVwr9gk/s400/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-2154291738300864749?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/2154291738300864749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=2154291738300864749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/2154291738300864749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/2154291738300864749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-in-nutshell.html' title='April in a nutshell'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfjOLB3ST3I/AAAAAAAAAdA/jSw_YiY1Zeg/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-1561788219645352402</id><published>2009-04-29T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:30:23.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"New Moon" sets in Vancouver</title><content type='html'>For those of you in the know, they are filming the second movie in the twilight saga here in vancouver, and I would be sad if I missed out on the opportunity to see some of the sets they are filming at. I am trying to avoid full-on stalking by only seeing the sets when they are not filming, and I have not yet hung around outside their hotel...although the thought has crossed my mind. It has taken some serious researching skills to discover the sets, mainly done by Candise, including, google-earth, twitter, fan-websites, youtube and a bunch of emails sent out pretending to be teenagers who write lol and :) all the time. Kudos to you Candise. But all of it has paid off and we have been to 3 of the sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, what is believe to be Sam's house (confirmed by a questionable source).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330232608791544594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfjKUSE5QxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Z5fVEZA3dHk/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, Jacob's house, where, althought filming was done there was still a big scary security guard who chased us away, it was all very exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330232605475311250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfjKUFuPjpI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Q-74lUc_Wco/s400/april+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and finally, we went to the site where they rebuilt Bella's house, but I don't have any sweet pics yet because there was a cop there who wouldn't let people pass because apparently they were filming. we did see the forks cop-car, and as you can see, a bunch of teenage girls who had been hanging out there waiting for their chance to see the stars for over 9 hours. We'll go back again in a couple days when filming should be done, to get some good pics of the house. this site is actually only about 15 minutes away from my place, so ya, whatevs, we're cool.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330232601686170450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfjKT3m121I/AAAAAAAAAco/8dYQYY624vQ/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the site today, because we heard they were done filming and it was great!  we saw Bella's house up close, the security guard was super chill and just wouldn't let us go around the front or side of the house.  Yes, that is the window that Edward comes in and that in this movie Jacob jumps out.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331031753055919090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfuhImc52_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fhhOUJlMhK8/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They also had all the cars parked there, this pic shows bella's truck, the forks cop car and alice's car, the bikes were there too, you just can't see them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331031756341531042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfuhIysQUaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ka0Os6p3_ys/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And my partner in spying - Candise, we had so much fun finding all the sets,now I feel like reading the books again.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331031748314029330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfuhIUyWXRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Do67RWL8D4E/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-1561788219645352402?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/1561788219645352402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=1561788219645352402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/1561788219645352402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/1561788219645352402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-moon-sets-in-vancouver.html' title='&quot;New Moon&quot; sets in Vancouver'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SfjKUSE5QxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Z5fVEZA3dHk/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-4255581184229247512</id><published>2009-03-29T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:29:40.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little chat with Tommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The other day I noticed Tommy was in a particularly good mood so I got out the old video camera and did a candid interview with my little 3-year-old. What a funny kid - I don't know where he gets it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6b28a67eb70c1e24" 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://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b28a67eb70c1e24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324937%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D458BA17A8E2131F0836FCCEFD94183C97AE46.81C794F352F3707A9339C4C8FDC78D4555D0F1A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b28a67eb70c1e24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTxLY1nxINEW9AU01fK61wi8s2_0&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://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b28a67eb70c1e24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324937%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D458BA17A8E2131F0836FCCEFD94183C97AE46.81C794F352F3707A9339C4C8FDC78D4555D0F1A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b28a67eb70c1e24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTxLY1nxINEW9AU01fK61wi8s2_0&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/4865361063777898860-4255581184229247512?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6b28a67eb70c1e24&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/4255581184229247512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=4255581184229247512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/4255581184229247512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/4255581184229247512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-chat-with-tommy.html' title='A little chat with Tommy'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-6527462447301252790</id><published>2009-03-25T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:25:08.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalking the wrong set *UPDATE* MAY ACTUALLY BE ONE OF THE SETS</title><content type='html'>Candise and I recently discovered what we thought was one of the sets for New Moon. As you may know they are currently filming New Moon here in Vancouver, so there it was a definate possability that this was in fact one of the sets. We thought it was Jacob Black's house, it is just a little shack in the middle of nowhere, and there is even a little work shack behind. We drove by it a MILLION times, trying to get pics or see people, unfortunatly we saw nobody, except a really big security guy who watched us drive by repeatedly.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/ScqExz65whI/AAAAAAAAAcg/hSGccLwZNcU/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317208301350011410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/ScqExz65whI/AAAAAAAAAcg/hSGccLwZNcU/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a close-up of the house, you can see some of the tarps and movie stuff around, the night before this they were definately filming something.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/ScqExg-sQQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WS3Qt7SjGZM/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317208296265629954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/ScqExg-sQQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WS3Qt7SjGZM/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately for us we later came upon these pictures of what is the actual set of the Black's house...somewhere in Vacouver.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/ScqExT_JicI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/XEAwRKtK8D8/s1600-h/200903241341%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317208292777888194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/ScqExT_JicI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/XEAwRKtK8D8/s400/200903241341%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is definately the right place because Bella's truck was spotted outside it with the two bikes in the back. owell, perhaps I'll happen upon the set still, it has to be here somewhere! If you want to see more pics of the filming, a good site is &lt;a href="http://www.newmoonmovie.org/"&gt;http://www.newmoonmovie.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/ScqExJXZ66I/AAAAAAAAAcI/dGE7f-jkeik/s1600-h/bella-truck-new-moon-set%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317208289926835106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/ScqExJXZ66I/AAAAAAAAAcI/dGE7f-jkeik/s400/bella-truck-new-moon-set%5B1%5D.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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-6527462447301252790?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/6527462447301252790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=6527462447301252790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/6527462447301252790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/6527462447301252790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/03/stalking-wrong-set.html' title='Stalking the wrong set *UPDATE* MAY ACTUALLY BE ONE OF THE SETS'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/ScqExz65whI/AAAAAAAAAcg/hSGccLwZNcU/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-2914099320143122912</id><published>2009-03-16T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:28:16.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiji-rific</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sb80gb6fjPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/LHTvRDpce34/s1600-h/suva_lds_mormon_temple1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314023817174027506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sb80gb6fjPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/LHTvRDpce34/s400/suva_lds_mormon_temple1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and dad left last thursday to serve in the Fiji temple for the next year and I miss them so much! As soon as she was gone I had a million questions for my mom about recipes and sewing and books and a million other stuff. I don't know what I am going to do without them. They called last night but the time difference is craziness! It was 11:30pm on sunday my time and 6:30pm on monday night in Fiji&lt;a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/suva/gallery/images/suva_lds_mormon_temple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. So we are still trying to figure out when we can skype and I can finally ask my mom how to make a stinkin' button hole!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you mom and dad! but I hope you have a wonderful time there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-2914099320143122912?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/2914099320143122912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=2914099320143122912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/2914099320143122912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/2914099320143122912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/03/fiji-rific.html' title='Fiji-rific'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sb80gb6fjPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/LHTvRDpce34/s72-c/suva_lds_mormon_temple1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-296552361469683018</id><published>2009-03-11T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:26:09.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit from the Fitzners</title><content type='html'>My old roomie Jordana decided to come and visit me last weekend while her husband, Gibb, went to a dental conference out here.  I was so excited to see her and her adorable little kids, Jayna and Kepler and we had so much fun!  It was the perfect time for her to visit because she left Edmonton during a blizzard and came to Langley when it was bright and sunny.  We went to the park twice the first day simply because we could.  We played Rockband and went to girly movies and walked around the house in our jammies - she was the best kind of guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311965661275739538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sbfkn_tp1ZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/o_01qdi3OQg/s400/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tommy LOVED Kepler and was always giving him toys and hugs - I wish he was that nice to his own little brother.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbfkoaQxQzI/AAAAAAAAAb4/z9DQrB0ibKM/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311965668402348850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbfkoaQxQzI/AAAAAAAAAb4/z9DQrB0ibKM/s400/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbfkoPsldzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6K6axiuMQN4/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311965665566226226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbfkoPsldzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6K6axiuMQN4/s400/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-296552361469683018?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/296552361469683018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=296552361469683018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/296552361469683018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/296552361469683018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/03/visit-from-fitzners.html' title='A visit from the Fitzners'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/Sbfkn_tp1ZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/o_01qdi3OQg/s72-c/075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-1867979444230225720</id><published>2009-03-10T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:59:34.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally did it</title><content type='html'>So I have totally trimmed Sammy's hair before, to stop it from being super lop-sided and stuff, but this was the first time I finally gave him a full on hair cut.  I know, he is 18 months, but I have been resisting because of his sweet and precious blonde curls, but as you can tell from the first picture, it was getting a bit out of control and he wasn't really looking super cute any more...PLUS this lady at the store called him a girl when he was wearing CAMO so I decided it was time.  I buckled him in, put on a good movie and went to work.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311803533306776370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdRK59qSzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/GZ9cJ3rUQxQ/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's always so tempting to stop cutting halfway through and leave your kids with a sweet mullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdRLY7pUaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/EVghcpTTErU/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311803541619823010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdRLY7pUaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/EVghcpTTErU/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the finished product, I guess he still looks super cute.  And yes, he is eating a VERY hairy apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311803541935982850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdRLaHBiQI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9O65PP49U0c/s400/007.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/4865361063777898860-1867979444230225720?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/1867979444230225720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=1867979444230225720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/1867979444230225720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/1867979444230225720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finally-did-it.html' title='I finally did it'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdRK59qSzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/GZ9cJ3rUQxQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-2247336781167761171</id><published>2009-03-10T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:47:33.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Nana and Grandpa</title><content type='html'>When we heard my parents would be leaving for Fiji so soon, we decided we would go visit them one more time...and left 3 hours later. It's hard to be spontaneous once you have kids and jobs and no money, but we decided to pack up and leave because we might not find another time to see them before they were gone (see:&lt;a href="http://susanandfranksexcellentadventure.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://susanandfranksexcellentadventure.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;). We drove through the night hoping the boys would sleep the whole time, yet, at 4 AM they both still had their eyes open. Sammy puked 3 times on the way there, but that was most likely due to his mild electricution earlier that day. We arrived at 5:30AM, tired, but happy to see Nana and Grandpa. Tommy loves them both so much! and Sammy likes pretty much everyone, so he was happy to get some attention too.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy liked being able to "help" so much with all the baking my mom does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311797155707264850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdLXrjcn1I/AAAAAAAAAaw/TvhfSA2AGhA/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It's not that we are snow deprived in Vancouver, but still, this much snow is always exciting for a 3 year old boy, and Tommy was out in it as soon as he could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311796545510803794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdK0KZRiVI/AAAAAAAAAaI/wsMIqJ8F1Yo/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sammy came outside because Tommy was, but I don't think he was as into as his older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdK0Q4mjFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/MBRIrHf3wSA/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311796547252816978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdK0Q4mjFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/MBRIrHf3wSA/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If anyone thought the fact that all the streets were covered in 3 inch thick ice covered with snow would stop Tommy from showing Grandpa how good he was at riding the bike he got for christmas, they were sorely mistaken.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311798552279762098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdMo-MRxLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kaDGR6jB9No/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We visited my mom at the office, and, simply to stop them from destroying everything we put them on top of the filing cabinet. When did Tommy become such a poser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311796558732833538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdK07ppswI/AAAAAAAAAag/NPo_MB4eiAU/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My dear sweet boys love to find "great hiding spots" wherever we go. It's awesome. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311797149955448754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdLXWIG37I/AAAAAAAAAao/B3hJYanPpiI/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I don't know how Tommy gets away with climbing all over my dad during dinner, it definately would not have gone down this way when I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdKz61qfKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/CVNgIuoyzP0/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311796541334912162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdKz61qfKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/CVNgIuoyzP0/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom tried to help Tommy on his quest to become a pirate when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311797158027390674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdLX0Mm7tI/AAAAAAAAAa4/U5xMXlsXnXI/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I don't know why, but Sammy makes this face alot. I think he's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311797161344307650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdLYAjbEcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/7jrGWjKs55c/s400/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-2247336781167761171?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/2247336781167761171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=2247336781167761171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/2247336781167761171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/2247336781167761171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/03/visiting-nana-and-grandpa.html' title='Visiting Nana and Grandpa'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SbdLXrjcn1I/AAAAAAAAAaw/TvhfSA2AGhA/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-5827598336058412342</id><published>2009-02-01T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:39:23.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYTYCDC the concert!</title><content type='html'>Me and some of my girls went to the So You Think You Can Dance Canada concert when it came to Vancouver.  Even my very bestie, Tams, came out from Calgary to visit and go to the concert too.  We had so much fun, getting ready, riding public transit and screaming like teenage girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095092874336082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYadap0D11I/AAAAAAAAAYE/2Knz6TtsAYw/s400/n701455636_5658189_3455%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Candise came over early to get ready together...do you remember those days?  I felt like I was 17 all over again.  And yes, I am even hard-core when I get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095091705003474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYadaldRPdI/AAAAAAAAAYM/34Ct72hI7ZA/s400/n701455636_5658190_3682%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just before we left Jesse told Tommy that mommy was weird, whatever, what does he know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095091019366786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYadai5zQYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/LB2k6rHodZg/s400/n701455636_5658191_3909%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Riding the sky train downtown.  We decided to drive Candise's car to the station because it was the least likely to be stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095094903957282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYadaxX9ZyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wVkhR_FdCbg/s400/n701455636_5658193_4383%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is us and our super great seats.  If you look behind us you can see the suprising amount of middle aged men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095462253812146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYadwJ2_WbI/AAAAAAAAAZM/JfeZKvD0TyM/s400/n701455636_5658205_7359%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isaac and Allie doing a pretty sweet hip hop routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYadwPuG-PI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ep6FSuTOApc/s1600-h/n701455636_5658198_5592%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095463827175666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYadwPuG-PI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ep6FSuTOApc/s400/n701455636_5658198_5592%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are all very excited!...why you ask, well just scroll down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095461664473874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYadwHqewxI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4NbCzgV-6B4/s400/n701455636_5658207_9750%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;TWITCH!!  Possibly the awesomest dancer from any season of SYTYCD, twitch, showed up at the concert  during half time and it was definately a highlight.  He sat just a bit in front of us, and I kept watching him to see what he thought of all the dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095461423298626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYadwGw-uEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CrVSl-UJAXY/s400/n701455636_5658202_6604%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The dancers.  The concert was so amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095463812377714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYadwPqlLHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/dNEkBChkme8/s400/n701455636_5658203_6859%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&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/4865361063777898860-5827598336058412342?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/5827598336058412342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=5827598336058412342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/5827598336058412342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/5827598336058412342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/02/sytycdc-concert.html' title='SYTYCDC the concert!'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYadap0D11I/AAAAAAAAAYE/2Knz6TtsAYw/s72-c/n701455636_5658189_3455%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-5021884125623535677</id><published>2009-02-01T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:13:23.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have an annual Chinese New Years Party, not because we are Chinese, or follow their calendar at all, but it is a really good excuse to eat lots of chinese food and leave all the kids at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298085784242365442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaU80dQJAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PrpAl0aOBGM/s400/266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sammy was awake for the start of the party, I really only kept him up to show of his cute chinese PJs and hat. Tommy had his first big sleep-over with Grandma, it was wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298085787533410034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaU9At5fvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/liRxifgG5RI/s400/269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My chinese centerpiece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaVdXf6DGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/WwnJXqbTSOU/s1600-h/276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298086343404555362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaVdXf6DGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/WwnJXqbTSOU/s400/276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candise and Vanessa, what a cute couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaVdEsHrcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IkpmefleEeQ/s1600-h/275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298086338355506626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaVdEsHrcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IkpmefleEeQ/s400/275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We play a big "crazy rook" tournament. Jesse stayed at table #5 for most of the night. And no Josh, I was not trying to cheat by taking this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaVdJAeh1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/JgzaHu40HqE/s1600-h/274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298086339514632018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaVdJAeh1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/JgzaHu40HqE/s400/274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some girls at the 'loser' table, it was in the playroom and you had to play on an ikea kids table and chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaU9tgaAUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/sHDVgbkDX1c/s1600-h/273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298085799556415810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaU9tgaAUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/sHDVgbkDX1c/s400/273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some men at table four, this is my favorite picture, I'm not sure why, but the group of them make me laugh every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298086342469704482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaVdUBBWyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/NlEUGU0qsCg/s400/277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ken and Barbie, I mean Mike and Steph...always ready for the perfect pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaU9gcWT_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/90FeXsUMyDI/s1600-h/272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298085796049735666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaU9gcWT_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/90FeXsUMyDI/s400/272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some more of the players. I looks like the boys just got beat, and the girls are pretty happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaU9dPnC5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/WDZ31logk8s/s1600-h/271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298085795190999954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaU9dPnC5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/WDZ31logk8s/s400/271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The winners table, I can tell because they got TWO bowls of treats.&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/4865361063777898860-5021884125623535677?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/5021884125623535677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=5021884125623535677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/5021884125623535677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/5021884125623535677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-new-years.html' title='Chinese New Years'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaU80dQJAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PrpAl0aOBGM/s72-c/266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-753820228705796086</id><published>2009-02-01T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:35:11.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Although I was raised in Alberta I have become a bit of a cold wimp since moving to Vancouver, so it was a big suprise to me and my boys when the snow just kept coming this winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298078905221401634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaOsaG2TCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/qZ2tX4dAmyY/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Christmas Eve we all played out in the snow a bit, there was so much we had to shovel our way around. Lindsay was going to build a snow fort, but instead we made it into a giant slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298072544855099090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaI6L5WhtI/AAAAAAAAAU8/l_OFSmHzUdQ/s400/213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sammy was just like the kid from "Christmas Story", he just kept falling over in his snowsuit. It was adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298072543523188178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaI6G7zLdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/N-E23Lx9Ecw/s400/216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But once he got outside it was all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298072551707196386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaI6lbBO-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/DJ1ZPQskX7o/s400/222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tommy admiring the petite snowman we built. The snow was so hard to roll!...it had been rained on a couple of times and was pretty icy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298074791220331426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaK88Qjw6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Sc6mZ-_vq3I/s400/306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sammy wasn't a fan of the mittens while Tommy was a big fan of giant ice chunks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298072549632389442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaI6dsWMUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/op_2BSDHio4/s400/220.JPG" border="0" /&gt; He told me he was "looking for something" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298074789697246034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaK82lbU1I/AAAAAAAAAWU/WBSSXemMnFk/s400/302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He might look innocent enough but turn around for one second and he'll throw that ice chunk at your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298073743229263762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaJ_8MBH5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/RcpVTC3wC34/s400/227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tommy loved the snow and kept going out in the backyard with literally only his boots on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298073743642561842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaJ_9ujjTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vlf2AkishVo/s400/230.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I told him he had to dress warmer, this was his solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298073747661407954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaKAMsuRtI/AAAAAAAAAV0/pDC0WKrX4OE/s400/234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We found the perfect tobogganing hill, Grandma and Grandpa's road, clearly there weren't many cars coming and going - look how much snow we had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298074781553028946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaK8YPsb1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/X_GqPH28jYk/s400/236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sammy warmed up to the snow eventually. He wouldn't hold onto the sled so that he kept tipping over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298073746045533906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaKAGrd_tI/AAAAAAAAAVs/mTEzkPQVSBc/s400/231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We also made a slide for the kiddies down Granpa's lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298078442393271554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaORd8BfQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HtGbwLz19dY/s400/241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tommy on top of the mountain formed when we shoveled our sidewalk. I thought I lived in Vancouver?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-753820228705796086?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/753820228705796086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=753820228705796086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/753820228705796086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/753820228705796086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/02/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYaOsaG2TCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/qZ2tX4dAmyY/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-4170135739151395778</id><published>2009-01-24T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:43:35.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Tommy Potty Trained?</title><content type='html'>I am afraid to utter the words out loud, afraid that I might somehow curse the blessed event.  But Tommy has not had an accident for a week, NOT ONE! and he slept thru the  night last night without a diaper.  I am so excited, he pees in the potty at home, at church, at grandmas, at Candise's, at stores...could this be the real thing.  I'm pretty sure he only decided to be potty trained because after 7 long months I finally bought a potty-training book, it arrived on Monday.  Of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-4170135739151395778?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/4170135739151395778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=4170135739151395778' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/4170135739151395778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/4170135739151395778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-tommy-potty-trained.html' title='Is Tommy Potty Trained?'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-75213600998029544</id><published>2008-11-13T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:27:03.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sammy loves the swings, he was born a thrill-seeker, and has always loved been thrown up or going down slides. It is nice when he is in the swing because I can leave him there while I give Tommy pushes or rescue him from the top of the playground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b492decdcbeaddb8" 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.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db492decdcbeaddb8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324937%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E3DC186AEEEF745FDE337120E19CEF604034B1B.698F3A1828BF38B658DB636070F8F4FFF36B11CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db492decdcbeaddb8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRz8jT6uY9HopcSmtaoGNptlciyE&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.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db492decdcbeaddb8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324937%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E3DC186AEEEF745FDE337120E19CEF604034B1B.698F3A1828BF38B658DB636070F8F4FFF36B11CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db492decdcbeaddb8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRz8jT6uY9HopcSmtaoGNptlciyE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy has been able to climb up and over the park's climbing wall ever since he could reach the first handhold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268394687366024290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SR0ZDhUBzGI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fDgTZgjsXdk/s400/Halloween08+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He has so much upper body strength! I need to put him in gymnastics or swimming or something to harness the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268394682866474930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SR0ZDQjQH7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZwF-uyxKaq4/s400/Halloween08+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;If I look away for a minute he has climbed up something, he can always get up, but usually needs help getting down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268394695081182642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SR0ZD-DdxbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/o_TUNsJRndM/s400/Halloween08+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-75213600998029544?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b492decdcbeaddb8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/75213600998029544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=75213600998029544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/75213600998029544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/75213600998029544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-park.html' title='At the park'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SR0ZDhUBzGI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fDgTZgjsXdk/s72-c/Halloween08+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-4295696017030518290</id><published>2008-06-13T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:30:17.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So we totally think we can dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of 'my girls' and I get together to watch 'So You Think You Can Dance' at Candise's house. She tapes Wednesday's episode and then we watch it on Thursday night while she tapes the result show. It ends up being a really long night, but we have so much fun! As you can see we are all wanna-be b-girls, so last night Nikki taught us a sweet stall to add to our repetoir.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211403556593074338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SFKf7GvwAKI/AAAAAAAAANE/sF2O25meTso/s400/June2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ya, this is the stall. If anyone who sees this wants me to be in thier 'crew' I could probs fit it into my sched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211403569412193714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SFKf72gEPbI/AAAAAAAAANU/OSyxo4DwJbw/s400/June2008+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Nikki and I in our sychronized stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SFKf7ZG4jlI/AAAAAAAAANM/2t5OC9xTq14/s1600-h/June2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211403561521942098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SFKf7ZG4jlI/AAAAAAAAANM/2t5OC9xTq14/s400/June2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candise added her skills in helicopter spins to our breakin sesh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211403503891613266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SFKf4CavhlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4tiypstx9l4/s400/June2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was us later that night chillin' on our block.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211419573073974930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SFKufYyXlpI/AAAAAAAAANc/BEZxa1Z4J74/s400/bgirls2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-4295696017030518290?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/4295696017030518290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=4295696017030518290' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/4295696017030518290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/4295696017030518290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-we-totally-think-we-can-dance.html' title='So we totally think we can dance'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SFKf7GvwAKI/AAAAAAAAANE/sF2O25meTso/s72-c/June2008+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-8711749279521771737</id><published>2008-06-07T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:26:14.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>We try to brainwash Tommy and Sammy into thinking they are best friends by saying it all the time. In reality they do have a lot of fun together, it just gets pretty rough sometimes, with a fair amount of crying (from both boys - Sammy scares Tommy) and whenever it is time to go somewhere Tommy suggests we leave Sammy at home. We'll see, hopefully if we keep telling them enough that they are best friends it'll catch on.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192939612825250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErFYQwYZqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ShkDr2dcVSo/s400/May2008+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I didn't think I would want to dress them matchy-matchy, but I can't get enough of it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192955319739778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErFZLRM5YI/AAAAAAAAAMc/pBVHYYwt8yg/s400/April2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now that Sammy started crawling around Tommy thinks it is an invitation to go on a horsie ride.  Sammy is a pretty good sport about it all, he just likes any time Tommy plays with him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192959270168178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErFZZ_DpnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/S7JXMnV2wqw/s400/April2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sometimes Tommy squeezes a bit too tight.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192969188207138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErFZ-7s6iI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3zTtIARzWfQ/s400/April2008+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192971603337394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErFaH7g4LI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MS2x8VzMVY4/s400/March2008+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-8711749279521771737?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/8711749279521771737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=8711749279521771737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/8711749279521771737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/8711749279521771737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErFYQwYZqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ShkDr2dcVSo/s72-c/May2008+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-3020648210826459170</id><published>2008-06-07T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:18:12.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A touch of Tommy</title><content type='html'>Tommy is 2 1/2 and I can't believe how fast he is growing up. He speaks really well, so he can tell me exactly what he is thinking, which is often pretty funny. Yesterday in the car he said "I feel sick, I'm gonna frow up" - it turned out it was just a ploy to get me to take him to Old McDonalds (what he calls the restaurant).  How can you resist when he is so smart about it?He also has a hilarious sense of humor and makes kids jokes about mommy being a goat and stuff -I think it is pretty funny. Here are some pics of him doing whatever he felt like doing at the time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErA7Nd3TGI/AAAAAAAAALs/E34QHVOtSgc/s1600-h/May2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209188042467134562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErA7Nd3TGI/AAAAAAAAALs/E34QHVOtSgc/s400/May2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErA73JdvAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hJMrwnaD2VE/s1600-h/May2008+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209188053655862274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErA73JdvAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hJMrwnaD2VE/s400/May2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He slept in his car seat like this for almost 2 hours. They are so cute when the are sleeping.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErA8eUssLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nhh6v2zJZyE/s1600-h/May2008+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209188064171962546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErA8eUssLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nhh6v2zJZyE/s400/May2008+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, it wasn't raining, and actually we weren't even going outside, he just wanted to wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErA89hzcnI/AAAAAAAAAME/b_1njkQLEFk/s1600-h/May2008+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209188072548430450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErA89hzcnI/AAAAAAAAAME/b_1njkQLEFk/s400/May2008+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a crusty old chocolate on the floor and Tommy found it and was about to eat it when I said "don't eat that, it looks like poop!" So then, he took off his pants and undies and clenched the chocolate between his cheeks yelling "it's poop!" I told you this kid was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErA9s_iQkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/is-OPOFwKIQ/s1600-h/May2008+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209188085289599554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErA9s_iQkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/is-OPOFwKIQ/s400/May2008+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found him like this - blanket and all - at about 5:00 pm, apparently it was a rough day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq_pouyniI/AAAAAAAAALE/SZ8eu3hVPI0/s1600-h/April2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209186641036615202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq_pouyniI/AAAAAAAAALE/SZ8eu3hVPI0/s400/April2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq_pxwEgJI/AAAAAAAAALM/r-yQojfFQTU/s1600-h/April2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209186643457900690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq_pxwEgJI/AAAAAAAAALM/r-yQojfFQTU/s400/April2008+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. diaper head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq_qHvwggI/AAAAAAAAALU/Ic-jraVUSVk/s1600-h/April2008+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209186649362170370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq_qHvwggI/AAAAAAAAALU/Ic-jraVUSVk/s400/April2008+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reading books with Moses Smith. It was about the only time they were together where they appeared to like eachother - but as soon as they were apart he couldn't stop talking about his friend Moses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq_qVmJaQI/AAAAAAAAALc/G30FTjd0hBw/s1600-h/Leavitts[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209186653079955714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq_qVmJaQI/AAAAAAAAALc/G30FTjd0hBw/s400/Leavitts%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-3020648210826459170?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/3020648210826459170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=3020648210826459170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/3020648210826459170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/3020648210826459170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/06/tich-of-tommy.html' title='A touch of Tommy'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SErA7Nd3TGI/AAAAAAAAALs/E34QHVOtSgc/s72-c/May2008+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-6332602854643524830</id><published>2008-06-07T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:19:40.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sammy is 9 1/2 months old and can stand all by himself. It is really cute - when he lets go of things he puts his hands up in the air like he is riding a roller coaster with "no hands!" He is still super smiley and happy and chubby and everyone that meets him loves him instantly. He is a bit more of mommy's boy than Tommy was, which I love! - it's nice to know he likes me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209182130515888002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq7jFu2R4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/vtMB29bT0JQ/s400/n637542465_757803_5388%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is him standing all by himself!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209181369190056258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq62xkoAUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oTV5CdKKMyU/s400/May2008+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Such a giggler. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209181381683363458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq63gHQvoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JjkwRtjHmZs/s400/May2008+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was at Cohen Rhulman's birthday, Tommy hated wearing his hat so Sam got to wear it the whole time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209181388371768770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq635B5tcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gs84MWp24-8/s400/April2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;If he is ever sad we just let him grab onto daddy's hair and it makes it all better.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209181397368650658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq64ai7O6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/fPkW5hRjUz4/s400/April2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209181401095492834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq64obeVOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0m9WDjZMyc0/s400/April2008+027.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/4865361063777898860-6332602854643524830?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/6332602854643524830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=6332602854643524830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/6332602854643524830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/6332602854643524830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/06/sammy-these-days.html' title='Sammy these days'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq7jFu2R4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/vtMB29bT0JQ/s72-c/n637542465_757803_5388%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-374409632711741990</id><published>2008-06-07T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:21:00.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the park</title><content type='html'>Now that it is a little warmer we go to a park as often as possible. There is a little park just across the street from us where you find us most days, and some days we venture out a bit. On this particular day we met up with Candise and her girls Jordan and Hayley. I realize that it might still look pretty cold in these pics, but at least it isn't raining!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209176979037312658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq23O-pVpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7Z06Z4lrriI/s400/May2008+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy was a bit sick this day, so we bundled him up good, and he was a pretty good sport about it all.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209177822963087058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq3oW2OttI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fXQUIpLdnHQ/s400/May2008+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was the extremely high slide with very little railings. Dangerous? perhaps, but I'm not the kind of mom who stops her kid from having fun just because they could be seriously injured.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209176989281624274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq231JFINI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oPcM6WR4GFA/s400/May2008+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209177005006419730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq24vuKdxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/37S3eWf_MEg/s400/May2008+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-374409632711741990?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/374409632711741990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=374409632711741990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/374409632711741990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/374409632711741990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-park.html' title='At the park'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEq23O-pVpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7Z06Z4lrriI/s72-c/May2008+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-5767319940803362893</id><published>2008-06-07T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:12:20.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot tubbin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After we bought this house Jesse couldn't remember anything about it except for the fact that it had a hot tub. He goes in it at least once everyday. Sometimes instead of a morning shower, sometimes after basketball, and sometimes to play with the boys. Tommy loves jumping in off the edges, and doesn't even mind letting his head go under. Sammy loves to splash and gets so excited by all the noise and commotion Tommy makes.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209172058500185010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqyY0jLO7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/UJJnvN_2TOg/s400/May2008+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Tommy jumping in.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209172863204693858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqzHqTrl2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/upJm2z7IwH4/s400/May2008+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And this is Sammy splashing around - can you find Tommy drowning in the background?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209172074383008402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqyZvt74pI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FMMYNJ5FsbM/s400/May2008+106.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/4865361063777898860-5767319940803362893?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/5767319940803362893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=5767319940803362893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/5767319940803362893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/5767319940803362893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/06/hot-tubbin.html' title='Hot tubbin&apos;'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqyY0jLO7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/UJJnvN_2TOg/s72-c/May2008+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-2602511493040185844</id><published>2008-06-07T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:22:03.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months old</title><content type='html'>When Tommy had his 9 month birthday I decided to do a little photo-shoot of him because it was such a beautiful day and he was looking so cute. So when Sammy had his 9 month birthday I decided I should do the same for him, unfortunatley it was like the hottest day EVER and we were all so sweaty and the sun was glaring everywhere. oh well, he still looked cute. Here are some pics of the boys at the same age, you can decide if you see any resemblance.  Sammy is the thumb-sucker.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqt3Y4pO1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/wqff2kue1u4/s1600-h/May2008+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209167086091844434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqt3Y4pO1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/wqff2kue1u4/s400/May2008+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqtHL4IPRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_EjsJpr1o_U/s1600-h/May2008+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209166257966300434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqtHL4IPRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_EjsJpr1o_U/s400/May2008+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqtJqR3xKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/105TO-Kc18o/s1600-h/May2008+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209166300487074978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqtJqR3xKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/105TO-Kc18o/s400/May2008+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Tommy - it's hard to remember he was that small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqtKFC5SbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IkiTtnYsTm0/s1600-h/DSCN1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209166307672017330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqtKFC5SbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IkiTtnYsTm0/s400/DSCN1361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqtKbuOmQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RUa_6-WlbSU/s1600-h/DSCN1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209166313759348994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqtKbuOmQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RUa_6-WlbSU/s400/DSCN1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqtK1jnzMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IA9PnPQ8OCQ/s1600-h/DSCN1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209166320694185154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqtK1jnzMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IA9PnPQ8OCQ/s400/DSCN1379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-2602511493040185844?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/2602511493040185844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=2602511493040185844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/2602511493040185844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/2602511493040185844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/06/9-months-old.html' title='9 months old'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEqt3Y4pO1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/wqff2kue1u4/s72-c/May2008+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-7789447363984968761</id><published>2008-06-03T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:23:16.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our beautiful backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207907648757729026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEY0afM-hwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KEHE82V-Wi0/s400/May2008+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was our yard just a few weeks ago. And yes, that is Jesse driving the bobcat. When we moved in our yard was really high-maintenance and low-fun, so we did a big overhaul. The biggest part was leveling it all out and building retaining walls. I was a little worried that Jesse had taken it all on himself, but he definately suprised me! See for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207907658520818098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEY0bDkrcbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZV7dsaCYsWc/s400/May2008+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Obviously all the nail-pounding had some bonuses. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207907592537974258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEY0XNxJJfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/B0uSZadXWf0/s400/May2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tommy loved the giant pile of dirt that got dropped off. He called it his "mountain" and was very happy and very dirty the entire time it was there.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEY0XuJ1y5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/twejha0Pjp8/s1600-h/May2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207907601231498130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEY0XuJ1y5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/twejha0Pjp8/s400/May2008+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Tommy being super helpful while I was being the master turf-layer herself. My background as a professional landscaper is pretty obvious I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEY0YWHpPvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ICpp724fx-8/s1600-h/May2008+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207907611959705330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEY0YWHpPvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ICpp724fx-8/s400/May2008+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so excited to play in my new backyard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-7789447363984968761?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/7789447363984968761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=7789447363984968761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/7789447363984968761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/7789447363984968761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-beautiful-backyard.html' title='Our beautiful backyard'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEY0afM-hwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KEHE82V-Wi0/s72-c/May2008+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-7507718495891347958</id><published>2008-06-03T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:39:40.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Weather</title><content type='html'>As soon as the sun came out Tommy's clothes came off. We are definately the ghetto family on the street - with Tommy playing in the front yard in just his tighty-whiteys but who cares? He was having the time of his life.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEYwGsrfcoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uARIL8WqWCA/s1600-h/May2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207902910731481730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEYwGsrfcoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uARIL8WqWCA/s400/May2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207902921680033538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEYwHVd1FwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/SWdK59R7358/s400/May2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&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;Daddy and Tommy got some big muscles from shoveling dirt - but unfortunately it seems, no tan. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207902935143642418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEYwIHnzdTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4X7PAP5RL6I/s400/May2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got in we had ice cream cones, Sammy's first ever. It began as Jesse's ice cream cone, but Sammy liked it so much that he tore it from Jesse's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEYwIidvFyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0JUWxYhAVWM/s1600-h/May2008+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207902942349170466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEYwIidvFyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0JUWxYhAVWM/s400/May2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He obviously enjoyed it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEYwI-EeFII/AAAAAAAAAHk/yeXx05Ovcc0/s1600-h/May2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207902949759390850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEYwI-EeFII/AAAAAAAAAHk/yeXx05Ovcc0/s400/May2008+025.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/4865361063777898860-7507718495891347958?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/7507718495891347958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=7507718495891347958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/7507718495891347958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/7507718495891347958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-weather.html' title='Good Weather'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SEYwGsrfcoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uARIL8WqWCA/s72-c/May2008+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-7442785845528780746</id><published>2008-04-07T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:51:37.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath time</title><content type='html'>We finally started putting the boys in the bathtub together, and they are so cute! They both splash and laugh a lot. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186717026334552130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_rrp7EkMEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/q6VbIFypXZE/s320/March2008+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186717030629519442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_rrqLEkMFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pUBhHUVo9No/s320/March2008+061.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/4865361063777898860-7442785845528780746?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/7442785845528780746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=7442785845528780746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/7442785845528780746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/7442785845528780746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/04/bath-time.html' title='Bath time'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_rrp7EkMEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/q6VbIFypXZE/s72-c/March2008+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-687774548440384119</id><published>2008-04-07T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:45:53.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_rp8LEkMDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MXrQ3BLWz2w/s1600-h/March2008+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186715140843909170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_rp8LEkMDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MXrQ3BLWz2w/s400/March2008+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy was feeling tired so he made himself a little bed, it looked like one of the most uncomfortable possible places to me, but he seemed to like it, he stayed there for nearly 20 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-687774548440384119?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/687774548440384119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=687774548440384119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/687774548440384119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/687774548440384119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/04/nap-time.html' title='Nap Time'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_rp8LEkMDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MXrQ3BLWz2w/s72-c/March2008+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-5868456256725590332</id><published>2008-04-07T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:13:24.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's 27 Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_qK4bEkMCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3bk-ht3L3zA/s1600-h/March2008+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186610622814760994" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px" height="295" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_qK4bEkMCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3bk-ht3L3zA/s400/March2008+048.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_qK3rEkL_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/R9WKw2SFy40/s1600-h/March2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186610609929859058" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="192" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_qK3rEkL_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/R9WKw2SFy40/s400/March2008+041.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 27 last week, and have spent the last little while trying to convince myself that I am not a lame boring mother of two (hence my model pic). It actually turned out to be one of my favorite birthdays ever! Jesse made me a chocolate cake and we ALL - even Sammy - enjoyed it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Then I went to MamaMia with Cheryl and Ashley - and it was so AWESOME! Meanwhile at home Jesse fixed my computer and cleaned behind the fridge and the stove. How lucky can one girl get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_qK37EkMAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7VfoIln5zxU/s1600-h/March2008+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186610614224826370" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="245" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_qK37EkMAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7VfoIln5zxU/s400/March2008+046.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_qK4LEkMBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eTQkjC0NdWA/s1600-h/March2008+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186610618519793682" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="252" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_qK4LEkMBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eTQkjC0NdWA/s400/March2008+045.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-5868456256725590332?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/5868456256725590332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=5868456256725590332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/5868456256725590332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/5868456256725590332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/04/emilys-27-birthday.html' title='Emily&apos;s 27 Birthday'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_qK4bEkMCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3bk-ht3L3zA/s72-c/March2008+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-714989311814418226</id><published>2008-03-31T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:44:52.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy and Jordan Wilde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_E-bLEkL-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jxAkDTf1bhM/s1600-h/n701455636_2521247_5562[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183993282629480418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_E-bLEkL-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jxAkDTf1bhM/s400/n701455636_2521247_5562%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A friend will see you picking your nose and politely pretend they didn't see anything... a Best Friend will shove their finger up their nose and join in the fun."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Candise Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2521241&amp;amp;id=701455636"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2521241&amp;amp;id=701455636"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-714989311814418226?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/714989311814418226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=714989311814418226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/714989311814418226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/714989311814418226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/03/tommy-and-jordan-wilde.html' title='Tommy and Jordan Wilde'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R_E-bLEkL-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jxAkDTf1bhM/s72-c/n701455636_2521247_5562%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-7025625347095811121</id><published>2008-03-19T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:43:26.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-Hq3rEkL8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/7wpAbALbBHw/s1600-h/March2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179679288628359106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-Hq3rEkL8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/7wpAbALbBHw/s320/March2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I realize that this is a lame post, but I am so excited to see blossoms! - at my own house!   Since we moved in in the fall last year, I had no idea what a lot of the bushes would flower like - and I am pleasantly suprised.  I already have a few flowers  - as you can see, and can not wait for my apple tree to blossom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-Hq4LEkL9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Mqff4jpnS7w/s1600-h/March2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179679297218293714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-Hq4LEkL9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Mqff4jpnS7w/s320/March2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4865361063777898860-7025625347095811121?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/7025625347095811121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=7025625347095811121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/7025625347095811121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/7025625347095811121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-Hq3rEkL8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/7wpAbALbBHw/s72-c/March2008+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-5384005661581973357</id><published>2008-03-18T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:20:09.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster control</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks have been interesting to say the least. First of all, I am attempting to potty train him, so that means I wash a lot of mini underwear and review the yuckiness of pee and poo on the floor 5-10 times/day&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CsV1af6PI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sB4qkZ_djQk/s1600-h/Feb2008+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179329062591523058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CsV1af6PI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sB4qkZ_djQk/s320/Feb2008+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Not to mention the extreme yuckiness of poo smooshed into the carpet with a tonka dump-truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one morning a couple weeks ago I opened his door to discover waves of toxic fumes filling the room. He had melted 5 little plastic cars into his heater, and most likely destroyed billions of brain cells along with it, but what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as you can see, he covered the bathroom in band-aids and soap- the smell of kiwi lime now makes me shudder.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CsWFaf6QI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QCi_7AnHcx0/s1600-h/Feb2008+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179329066886490370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CsWFaf6QI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QCi_7AnHcx0/s320/Feb2008+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this along with the fact that he is a maniac and climbs then jumps off of everything (notice picture number 3), and generally has more energy than any kid I've met so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CsWVaf6RI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hVlaO28EPqk/s1600-h/Feb2008+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179329071181457682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CsWVaf6RI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hVlaO28EPqk/s320/Feb2008+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said it all, he is still a sweetie, and cracks me up with all the new things he is learning to say and sing and do. So, Tommy, when you are old enough and read this just know that you are making me crazy, but its all worth it for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-5384005661581973357?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/5384005661581973357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=5384005661581973357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/5384005661581973357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/5384005661581973357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/03/disaster-control.html' title='Disaster control'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CsV1af6PI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sB4qkZ_djQk/s72-c/Feb2008+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-2224392783526364850</id><published>2008-03-18T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:21:44.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy is the man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-Cpn1af6OI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QsmyUwrWhnE/s1600-h/Feb2008+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179326073294285026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-Cpn1af6OI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QsmyUwrWhnE/s320/Feb2008+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have no idea when my little angel turned into a gangster, but when I saw this picture there was no denying it. He is wearing the double hoodie and sunglasses so he could come outside while I did yardwork, but I didn't pose him or anything - he is just that hard core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CpnVaf6NI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LYomHxLjUiA/s1600-h/March2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179326064704350418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CpnVaf6NI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LYomHxLjUiA/s320/March2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along with his new look Sammy has added his ability to crawl! And he is following in his big brother's footsteps by immediately wanting to climb everything in sight. aaaaaaagggghhhh! why me?! The stairs are generally his ultimate goal, but he will settle for climbing the fireplace, buckets, stools, people, pretty much whatever is available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-2224392783526364850?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/2224392783526364850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=2224392783526364850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/2224392783526364850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/2224392783526364850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/03/sammy-is-man.html' title='Sammy is the man'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-Cpn1af6OI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QsmyUwrWhnE/s72-c/Feb2008+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-249925777408728750</id><published>2008-03-18T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:39:23.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Friday night the Young Men put on a carnival for all of the Primary kids. They did a really good job, considering it's the young men.  We all had a lot of fun.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179318277928642658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CiiFaf6GI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yTp5x4H93nk/s320/March2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tommy loved the bouncy castle, which only increased our belief that he would be happiest if we padded all the walls and floor in his play room and just let him jump around and throw himself into things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179320571441178786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-Cknlaf6KI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PbjVNdVoGl0/s320/March2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was one of the games Jesse and his teachers quorom were in charge of, Tommy and most of the kids, cheated and used their hands but it was still really cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179318286518577266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-Ciilaf6HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ViMUWqm14Ew/s320/March2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Sister Mazerolle, Sammy's church mom. She takes him from me at the end of Sacrament each week and gives him back to me, fast asleep, at the end of Relief society. She held him for the entire primary party too. He loves her, and so do I!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179318295108511890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CijFaf6JI/AAAAAAAAAEk/j-ZCawSRrEo/s320/March2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tommy obviously enjoyed the party, especially all the treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-249925777408728750?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/249925777408728750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=249925777408728750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/249925777408728750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/249925777408728750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/03/primary-carnival.html' title='Primary Carnival'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CiiFaf6GI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yTp5x4H93nk/s72-c/March2008+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-6734429263803671129</id><published>2008-03-18T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:16:39.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CfY1af6CI/AAAAAAAAADs/9RQwazn1UH4/s1600-h/Feb2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179314820479969314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CfY1af6CI/AAAAAAAAADs/9RQwazn1UH4/s200/Feb2008+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a quest to use up all of our valuable time and energy Jesse and I are attempting to remove this giant Ivy wall from our backyard. It was a beast that was the home to millions of hornets in the summer and was blocking us from evening out our yard so we can put in a trampoline and sand pit and swings....etc. We are almost done now, here is a look at the progress we have made so far. GO TEAM LEAVITT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CfZVaf6DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/niKruMBl-n0/s1600-h/Feb2008+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179314829069903922" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="114" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CfZVaf6DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/niKruMBl-n0/s200/Feb2008+050.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CfZ1af6EI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3uzeWpzPmiQ/s1600-h/Feb2008+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179314837659838530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CfZ1af6EI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3uzeWpzPmiQ/s200/Feb2008+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CfaVaf6FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jj4-Hos7HxA/s1600-h/March2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179314846249773138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CfaVaf6FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jj4-Hos7HxA/s200/March2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-6734429263803671129?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/6734429263803671129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=6734429263803671129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/6734429263803671129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/6734429263803671129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/03/yard-work.html' title='Yard Work'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R-CfY1af6CI/AAAAAAAAADs/9RQwazn1UH4/s72-c/Feb2008+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-4483649718594275367</id><published>2008-02-26T22:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:27:10.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa</title><content type='html'>My cousin &lt;a href="http://melissabrandley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa &lt;/a&gt;came up to visit me all last week and I had so much fun.  She was the best kind of company, she helped clean up, played with the boys, slept in ridiculously late, pruned my apple tree, shared her delightful dried pineapple and made me laugh hysterically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8UBWSp6UsI/AAAAAAAAADc/fHK3s0EHDxU/s1600-h/Feb2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171541229581259458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8UBWSp6UsI/AAAAAAAAADc/fHK3s0EHDxU/s320/Feb2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She and Sammy got along great, he won the "how much of your foot can you stick in your mouth" contest, just barely.  Tommy had lots of fun too, and was very sad to see her go.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8UBWyp6UtI/AAAAAAAAADk/jEu0fALAcKA/s1600-h/Feb2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171541238171194066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8UBWyp6UtI/AAAAAAAAADk/jEu0fALAcKA/s320/Feb2008+018.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/4865361063777898860-4483649718594275367?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/4483649718594275367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=4483649718594275367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/4483649718594275367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/4483649718594275367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/02/melissa.html' title='Melissa'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8UBWSp6UsI/AAAAAAAAADc/fHK3s0EHDxU/s72-c/Feb2008+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-2985597417930441621</id><published>2008-02-26T21:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:09:30.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The River</title><content type='html'>The Fraser River is one of our favorite family spots to drive to and play, here are some pics of us recently doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T9Uyp6UoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dNiY5fKZa0E/s1600-h/Feb2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171536805764944514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T9Uyp6UoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dNiY5fKZa0E/s320/Feb2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesse teaching Tommy how to throw like a man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T9VSp6UpI/AAAAAAAAADE/lqIT_UuUuYM/s1600-h/Feb2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171536814354879122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T9VSp6UpI/AAAAAAAAADE/lqIT_UuUuYM/s320/Feb2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tommy, really excited, I think because a train was coming.  woot woot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171536822944813730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T9Vyp6UqI/AAAAAAAAADM/V1wxm7I6TmY/s320/Feb2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture shows not only Tommy's interest in fire pits, but also how far he waded into the river before we noticed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T9Wip6UrI/AAAAAAAAADU/SPmNXeW1ILQ/s1600-h/Feb2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171536835829715634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T9Wip6UrI/AAAAAAAAADU/SPmNXeW1ILQ/s320/Feb2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me practicing my amazing form, yes, I know, I have really long fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-2985597417930441621?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/2985597417930441621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=2985597417930441621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/2985597417930441621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/2985597417930441621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/02/river.html' title='The River'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T9Uyp6UoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dNiY5fKZa0E/s72-c/Feb2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-1574641630801134587</id><published>2008-02-26T21:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:58:13.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hi Donkey"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T6Oip6UnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZGOAoIXuSBw/s1600-h/DSCN2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171533399855878770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T6Oip6UnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZGOAoIXuSBw/s320/DSCN2248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday we went to the Aldergrove Zoo, and although it may not be world renouwned, our little 2-year-old loved it from start to finish. Each animal we got to he leaned right over and said "Hi Lion", "Hi Rhino", and yes even "Hi Coyote" (really high-class zoo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tommy on the WAY to the zoo, it was only 9:30am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T4hSp6UjI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZlMOyAPXduw/s1600-h/Feb2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171531522955170354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T4hSp6UjI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZlMOyAPXduw/s320/Feb2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went with Grandma and Grandpa Leavitt, and Uncle Jeremy, who, Tommy decided he loves.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T4iCp6UkI/AAAAAAAAACc/pBYqDPfUI7c/s1600-h/Feb2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171531535840072258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T4iCp6UkI/AAAAAAAAACc/pBYqDPfUI7c/s320/Feb2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have taken the picture of him and the train &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; we rode it, apparently the whistle was quite frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T4iSp6UlI/AAAAAAAAACk/3pl3_bF-bU4/s1600-h/Feb2008+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171531540135039570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T4iSp6UlI/AAAAAAAAACk/3pl3_bF-bU4/s320/Feb2008+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tommy even said "hi" to this stone turtle about 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T4iyp6UmI/AAAAAAAAACs/sm5fx6dQxmE/s1600-h/Feb2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171531548724974178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T4iyp6UmI/AAAAAAAAACs/sm5fx6dQxmE/s320/Feb2008+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-1574641630801134587?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/1574641630801134587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=1574641630801134587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/1574641630801134587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/1574641630801134587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/02/zoo.html' title='Zoo'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T6Oip6UnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZGOAoIXuSBw/s72-c/DSCN2248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-5788342255011195321</id><published>2008-02-26T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:11:42.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8TwrSp6UgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GvrXFbEyiTo/s1600-h/Feb2008+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171522898660839938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8TwrSp6UgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GvrXFbEyiTo/s320/Feb2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sammy was born on August 16, 2007, and is the epitomy of an angel baby. He has slept throught the night since he was a month old (mostly), he hardly every cries, but mostly he smiles, all the time. I thought about giving him a soother, but then I figured -&lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt; he doesn't cry and it would just be hiding his big smile. He loves his big brother. He even smiles and giggles while Tommy smushes blanckets in his face and tries to drag him around the room by one arm. He is precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-5788342255011195321?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/5788342255011195321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=5788342255011195321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/5788342255011195321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/5788342255011195321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/02/sammy.html' title='Sammy'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8TwrSp6UgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GvrXFbEyiTo/s72-c/Feb2008+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865361063777898860.post-198936641497153326</id><published>2008-02-26T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:26:11.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T0WSp6UiI/AAAAAAAAACM/-7NU-w1-MCU/s1600-h/DSCN2032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171526935930098210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T0WSp6UiI/AAAAAAAAACM/-7NU-w1-MCU/s320/DSCN2032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tommy was born on Nov. 2, 2005 and has been a wild boy since the first day he moved in my tummy. But man is he ever cute! He drives me nuts, especially since he has recenlty taken on the role of &lt;em&gt;'nursery bully'&lt;/em&gt; but then he starts to sing "I like to move it move it" and dance around the room and I just can't stay mad. He talks like crazy now, for better or worse, and has definatley said some funny things. Recently on visit to the Harvey's house for dinner he told Mary directly that he didn't "like the food" - it was hilarious/horrifying. He also apolgizes all the time - I'm always worried that he has done something bad. Mostly I love that he tells me he loves me and gives me kisses and hugs voluntarily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865361063777898860-198936641497153326?l=emilyandjesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/feeds/198936641497153326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865361063777898860&amp;postID=198936641497153326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/198936641497153326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865361063777898860/posts/default/198936641497153326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyandjesse.blogspot.com/2008/02/tommy.html' title='Tommy'/><author><name>Emily&amp;amp;Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08566030029406977752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/SYeLDyBTduI/AAAAAAAAAZg/N4jwsckNS0o/S220/Sept-Oct2008+083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLmlYu06rSs/R8T0WSp6UiI/AAAAAAAAACM/-7NU-w1-MCU/s72-c/DSCN2032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
