tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75600785487189137212024-03-20T23:52:37.657-07:00Gary & Jamie JonesSalvation is a personal matter. Exaltation is a family matter.Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-26105396319146903072011-03-11T19:49:00.000-08:002011-03-11T20:06:39.796-08:00Lucy was picked to help make the train noise at the local sing and dance show we go to each week. I was shocked she raised her hand to volunteer.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoNVhz_vfpCnaQsN6V3rwg7jjM2CIUXgYTO1WFNKuuSeQ2_ItXDtqpsmi5sjHJZBBEhs0A4r7JwzQ0v-sEIQ2N1M3Bqkv3PzYMSnRjBr-eGSw6-sxGSxiyFRS6FlJ09nf4CgoixRYSqc/s1600/100_1152.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583035788717227890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoNVhz_vfpCnaQsN6V3rwg7jjM2CIUXgYTO1WFNKuuSeQ2_ItXDtqpsmi5sjHJZBBEhs0A4r7JwzQ0v-sEIQ2N1M3Bqkv3PzYMSnRjBr-eGSw6-sxGSxiyFRS6FlJ09nf4CgoixRYSqc/s320/100_1152.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>We went to the Lehi days again this year and the kids loved getting their free pony ride. They don't even ask us to walk by them. It is so fun, and the meal was, again, delicious. Lucy wanted to go into the rodeo ring and try to catch a chick, but she couldn't push through the crowd. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccPMOosSYASoKLO9CHKsqbUELI8lYTYudPQZoiFSyqqsCvPRzhdp1dhcs9wvrH05C6pkaN4gKSo-80slaYiGFy-tFLwxI0w-TiIR657aaOBtKoJO6dlqQlRRwZ-b3o-dfT2M0xK5KouU/s1600/100_1159.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583035800974696082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccPMOosSYASoKLO9CHKsqbUELI8lYTYudPQZoiFSyqqsCvPRzhdp1dhcs9wvrH05C6pkaN4gKSo-80slaYiGFy-tFLwxI0w-TiIR657aaOBtKoJO6dlqQlRRwZ-b3o-dfT2M0xK5KouU/s320/100_1159.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyDY3BxYfWjMW7i4scjTQluXti-xTy_DXc1TMUyIFjx25vCi-qmSU8eB2X4bJPXloCk4YA1Tp2xwF2fRSm07cAX3RHVAAbhmnI7SesDrbI2GzgeEeN1NwP_F313hXJhsH1W-8RhCU2mc/s1600/100_1158.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583037188052913154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyDY3BxYfWjMW7i4scjTQluXti-xTy_DXc1TMUyIFjx25vCi-qmSU8eB2X4bJPXloCk4YA1Tp2xwF2fRSm07cAX3RHVAAbhmnI7SesDrbI2GzgeEeN1NwP_F313hXJhsH1W-8RhCU2mc/s320/100_1158.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyDY3BxYfWjMW7i4scjTQluXti-xTy_DXc1TMUyIFjx25vCi-qmSU8eB2X4bJPXloCk4YA1Tp2xwF2fRSm07cAX3RHVAAbhmnI7SesDrbI2GzgeEeN1NwP_F313hXJhsH1W-8RhCU2mc/s1600/100_1158.jpg"></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Fisher bit through his tongue. We didn't think to take a picture until the next day. The first day it was a huge hole. It has only been 3 days and it is almost completely healed. The mouth is an amazing thing.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWVk71btyB5I2Y13xqU4jTsq5g2qxQF3kMfTXgjdFIJuRwopy-kp_ag9wSC3tOpJ2WJjyrVE3MsqISYyk0JxaLiJcr2SXeNyKuO3588zM-8541SUMjusRS2p-o9DvrQQinHSTF4t2mTs/s1600/100_1162.jpg"></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWVk71btyB5I2Y13xqU4jTsq5g2qxQF3kMfTXgjdFIJuRwopy-kp_ag9wSC3tOpJ2WJjyrVE3MsqISYyk0JxaLiJcr2SXeNyKuO3588zM-8541SUMjusRS2p-o9DvrQQinHSTF4t2mTs/s1600/100_1162.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583037193377316802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWVk71btyB5I2Y13xqU4jTsq5g2qxQF3kMfTXgjdFIJuRwopy-kp_ag9wSC3tOpJ2WJjyrVE3MsqISYyk0JxaLiJcr2SXeNyKuO3588zM-8541SUMjusRS2p-o9DvrQQinHSTF4t2mTs/s320/100_1162.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrzdDkKZq4IQ7o83wqnwH0Hil_rdZ_ESckUwtMY2krNi8gycya0UYd44jrwauChtVRPb3cfATsheyZMulAKOd8T1NHq2I_YXbb6GCWx2EFgySGcl45niZnGp8PSNc5Y4Pu1CXxcVrEoU4/s1600/100_1171.jpg"></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrzdDkKZq4IQ7o83wqnwH0Hil_rdZ_ESckUwtMY2krNi8gycya0UYd44jrwauChtVRPb3cfATsheyZMulAKOd8T1NHq2I_YXbb6GCWx2EFgySGcl45niZnGp8PSNc5Y4Pu1CXxcVrEoU4/s1600/100_1171.jpg"></a> </div><div>After I took Fisher's picture, Lucy requested I take her's too. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrzdDkKZq4IQ7o83wqnwH0Hil_rdZ_ESckUwtMY2krNi8gycya0UYd44jrwauChtVRPb3cfATsheyZMulAKOd8T1NHq2I_YXbb6GCWx2EFgySGcl45niZnGp8PSNc5Y4Pu1CXxcVrEoU4/s1600/100_1171.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583037202195206050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrzdDkKZq4IQ7o83wqnwH0Hil_rdZ_ESckUwtMY2krNi8gycya0UYd44jrwauChtVRPb3cfATsheyZMulAKOd8T1NHq2I_YXbb6GCWx2EFgySGcl45niZnGp8PSNc5Y4Pu1CXxcVrEoU4/s320/100_1171.jpg" /></a>This was the day she took her preschool screening tests. I was concerned that her speach might be lacking, but she is just lazy at home sometimes. She passed all the tests with flying colors and we just have to remind her to enunciate her v, th, and sh. </div></div></div></div></div>Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-44099124260212055502011-03-11T19:43:00.000-08:002011-03-11T19:49:13.470-08:00CakesVandi reminded me that I haven't posted any of my recent cakes. I have made 4 since Dec. Here they are.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqg-uBUCjOOSXSsMwJ_yB-W2q7Jk3Bfvg7RROFxBz3mJZ6pJS95nc-twLZjRewYyQDE-MFiTUUeWPFF-p7S0wsVQ9fgV8oO9waqSr5T2L0ks2X_W6NgdI9PqHSImU3lJwgYNl4CmIXEXo/s1600/100_1059.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583034998068811282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqg-uBUCjOOSXSsMwJ_yB-W2q7Jk3Bfvg7RROFxBz3mJZ6pJS95nc-twLZjRewYyQDE-MFiTUUeWPFF-p7S0wsVQ9fgV8oO9waqSr5T2L0ks2X_W6NgdI9PqHSImU3lJwgYNl4CmIXEXo/s320/100_1059.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yD-kIQEvy9N6xfdwgrRbZ3ZHR5GkOOER0h2dfyTdi_3uhyphenhyphenrYd_hm1gfAyk1qRPJ-EmYUBb_cXyQsecX2JJidaexQPTqze3avS_Fs4ZNfMV_n4EiJMTpsSQBDihODqruTJ2QykjQ-ZFI/s1600/100_1060.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583035003592243410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yD-kIQEvy9N6xfdwgrRbZ3ZHR5GkOOER0h2dfyTdi_3uhyphenhyphenrYd_hm1gfAyk1qRPJ-EmYUBb_cXyQsecX2JJidaexQPTqze3avS_Fs4ZNfMV_n4EiJMTpsSQBDihODqruTJ2QykjQ-ZFI/s320/100_1060.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLo4-5P2NOxAPqSIX4BCSohEDb6zWdTOk1JXXqXsvYGnqdeZEYK4MfyiDkG3nziKoEMYZwZvwnW0q_BpI1amEvpr0NJJVmw2yTvDRRlR0daMsRly1rwMGsBL6ejR6dRy7zDlT8yl9kEKE/s1600/100_1146.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583035007400902098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLo4-5P2NOxAPqSIX4BCSohEDb6zWdTOk1JXXqXsvYGnqdeZEYK4MfyiDkG3nziKoEMYZwZvwnW0q_BpI1amEvpr0NJJVmw2yTvDRRlR0daMsRly1rwMGsBL6ejR6dRy7zDlT8yl9kEKE/s320/100_1146.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh08JrYDlDZADeYEFXNUN2LBTCeOcX3UQpztifkLVI-Y7UsPqv-q6u5bbKhDqIQ4HiKJPaPRFplJm_kmtsNn_1E8tm3R-QHqYmOJR5OIgbeTKjwhmvlixRwzzzSFEnq0MhPnnjzVfjcxwQ/s1600/100_1173.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583035017870348082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh08JrYDlDZADeYEFXNUN2LBTCeOcX3UQpztifkLVI-Y7UsPqv-q6u5bbKhDqIQ4HiKJPaPRFplJm_kmtsNn_1E8tm3R-QHqYmOJR5OIgbeTKjwhmvlixRwzzzSFEnq0MhPnnjzVfjcxwQ/s320/100_1173.jpg" /></a>Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-56295600388977518062011-02-09T14:04:00.000-08:002011-02-09T15:06:04.863-08:004 months?<div><br /><br /><div>I am so sad that Fisher is still in diapers. We were doing well, but when we went to UT for Christmas he went back into diapers and now I am just waiting for him to tell me when. Although he did pull down his pants and diaper today at the park to pee on a tree. He has to do it "all by myself" or he won't do it at all. So, we wait. I have to post some pictures from the last few months to update.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZS9mNboxotVTFUhu7sDkc1BnbHPd0LMiaXKyf7PjvVq0rkjqQAD9XYXKUZQxtnn_kOfUgaUDSBuyC70FAZZfNaASm9tk4hDUl8e-yO7Ae-LlgAHJk1Iyzvkan7x8zA_YF6Ir-Pos0VY/s1600/100_1017.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571816831899757618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZS9mNboxotVTFUhu7sDkc1BnbHPd0LMiaXKyf7PjvVq0rkjqQAD9XYXKUZQxtnn_kOfUgaUDSBuyC70FAZZfNaASm9tk4hDUl8e-yO7Ae-LlgAHJk1Iyzvkan7x8zA_YF6Ir-Pos0VY/s320/100_1017.jpg" /></a> Mark and Suzie came down to visit and we went to Tuscan. </div><div> </div><div>Lucy was a <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgpypwuCWO7KXr_TEyKZsc8Kgabmyb1jyq2w9KyWSrp0t4JKK98MOX1_4inkzKIGDACxaveMKXeiZ_tXfVHYjyANIpz_Pg6NHHJrT45EBEFtSQyp6A8i4FfTadat-3KIiYgs4WqqjblM/s1600/100_1031.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571819224360781922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgpypwuCWO7KXr_TEyKZsc8Kgabmyb1jyq2w9KyWSrp0t4JKK98MOX1_4inkzKIGDACxaveMKXeiZ_tXfVHYjyANIpz_Pg6NHHJrT45EBEFtSQyp6A8i4FfTadat-3KIiYgs4WqqjblM/s320/100_1031.jpg" /></a>cowgirl again for Halloween and Fisher was the Cool-Aid Man, complete with him saying, "Hey Cool-Aid". <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZqhAeHjjNAobSQ7RhFhDhD4qkHj7ZWc-mZFEYDpVw4cJ2OC6JYn0FwNgIZOgh7jkyOzIXnMd_SSI3branJJ91sJY9sc8uC0V14ifDUnuJYhzOfH54sbIcbDHiUpcelqXDLoKMluqOio/s1600/100_1060.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571823511561758306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZqhAeHjjNAobSQ7RhFhDhD4qkHj7ZWc-mZFEYDpVw4cJ2OC6JYn0FwNgIZOgh7jkyOzIXnMd_SSI3branJJ91sJY9sc8uC0V14ifDUnuJYhzOfH54sbIcbDHiUpcelqXDLoKMluqOio/s320/100_1060.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Fisher chose to have Buddy on his Birthday cake and got a new Thomas Track from Grandpa Ogden when he visited.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYTdmfzPDYtHMnf8tBAkQtxtcpQVU1DjwGeSwDcqV7Olh9Jj_QWNrwT81oW9Yf6_5jc57DVTWIW0z2GbxTtWBJ2OPmFVbKtY0yu6Mz4WvCRgPUBo1aBoA__1Nhf93f7dBarCreYC-stg/s1600/100_1077.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571819240148515874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYTdmfzPDYtHMnf8tBAkQtxtcpQVU1DjwGeSwDcqV7Olh9Jj_QWNrwT81oW9Yf6_5jc57DVTWIW0z2GbxTtWBJ2OPmFVbKtY0yu6Mz4WvCRgPUBo1aBoA__1Nhf93f7dBarCreYC-stg/s320/100_1077.jpg" /></a> Both kids decided to be really brave and sit on Santa's lap, together, at our ward funciton. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPJ4XCXlI5kSEhC093CRvOO0lKF4GhR0b5g239DqQpwgMw93H1b8l87j1UhTBD0yOI3PU1K9Jpq6S2O0xK51cNURZIBQBh480hbHsY6xtyeEh5GynqynFArHfEHGZUP_s2JNr4ySdHsLI/s1600/100_1069.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571819236720583714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPJ4XCXlI5kSEhC093CRvOO0lKF4GhR0b5g239DqQpwgMw93H1b8l87j1UhTBD0yOI3PU1K9Jpq6S2O0xK51cNURZIBQBh480hbHsY6xtyeEh5GynqynFArHfEHGZUP_s2JNr4ySdHsLI/s320/100_1069.jpg" /></a>They talked all day about how brave they were going to be and how they weren't going to cry. Fisher kept his tough face on the entire time, but made it through.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioU_UOxILesd_4Z3YE8byqW784AhgT4BAd4hJe79VhxWRDPaRunUCntFo5BFD3LYcP2M1N8sbNwfeAor84cLIfPID9Uxte7lqriL7Flg4V2cBq98oj7o1Jt9OS6ljkxLXgCdVviqt-L_0/s1600/100_1091.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571828610517804482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioU_UOxILesd_4Z3YE8byqW784AhgT4BAd4hJe79VhxWRDPaRunUCntFo5BFD3LYcP2M1N8sbNwfeAor84cLIfPID9Uxte7lqriL7Flg4V2cBq98oj7o1Jt9OS6ljkxLXgCdVviqt-L_0/s320/100_1091.jpg" /></a> </div><div>We went to Utah for Christmas. Lucy decided we all had to go ice skating, which the kids didn't really love, and play in the snow, which all melted the day before we got there. But they did get a few flurries to play in and then there was another big storm the day we left. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxKeDh-S6DEdPZ-mTK7kCUPghGUnD9Dh3-1FBneWDFqwFvFV2GKPzrrdk1DhJmoWoXhubHNObmC9czcbhwkqHd1cqlfPeWsksBGCIS3WM1PbN9yMos3W29luQ65lNGR8e6DxMABiBqi0/s1600/100_1095.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571819717451287682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxKeDh-S6DEdPZ-mTK7kCUPghGUnD9Dh3-1FBneWDFqwFvFV2GKPzrrdk1DhJmoWoXhubHNObmC9czcbhwkqHd1cqlfPeWsksBGCIS3WM1PbN9yMos3W29luQ65lNGR8e6DxMABiBqi0/s320/100_1095.jpg" /></a>Grandma took us all to <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNte1Iz9xxUP9K-aWIZsjlz-nL6yTEwguX7b2z9KbAA-r73oN3z8WXVC74nmeY3w41wem8Lva42exmF7YXDF-_CRMi9BzudFM9vyETe-cnT-lMbR4n83WZQhFtHwtXVCGahxjzQfRd2Ys/s1600/100_1120.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571819737707134754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNte1Iz9xxUP9K-aWIZsjlz-nL6yTEwguX7b2z9KbAA-r73oN3z8WXVC74nmeY3w41wem8Lva42exmF7YXDF-_CRMi9BzudFM9vyETe-cnT-lMbR4n83WZQhFtHwtXVCGahxjzQfRd2Ys/s320/100_1120.jpg" /></a>see the lights at the zoo and the kids got excited about their <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdP9esyDMZAwba1oGHnFc7QLPWlmmtoPPULdd5QJbzZEOSd5VU-IvikW2RI5XPispfVoC72wCLEscBu1Pw5-xRJMPSA0sBOwBz8jSlGItb1_kr54brq_uw_DIbRK3aLCVgJuUN2LPhAo/s1600/100_1105.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571819721680008994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdP9esyDMZAwba1oGHnFc7QLPWlmmtoPPULdd5QJbzZEOSd5VU-IvikW2RI5XPispfVoC72wCLEscBu1Pw5-xRJMPSA0sBOwBz8jSlGItb1_kr54brq_uw_DIbRK3aLCVgJuUN2LPhAo/s320/100_1105.jpg" /></a>trampoline from Santa and the adults played lots of games. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHK8aUrTuzZ-ByRNBwrG2Z8I0Sdi9Jl_wXZmLn8sjZCVbFn3uhn70Nuc5iVaZ6RMhgduDDtDHkKoQ7k2MeIyYlFAmk_DtR_V2sOqDMPJTCwckDHcadhXfGC5cdu2X2tf92hBdp_2HUIc/s1600/100_1125.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571819730606399890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHK8aUrTuzZ-ByRNBwrG2Z8I0Sdi9Jl_wXZmLn8sjZCVbFn3uhn70Nuc5iVaZ6RMhgduDDtDHkKoQ7k2MeIyYlFAmk_DtR_V2sOqDMPJTCwckDHcadhXfGC5cdu2X2tf92hBdp_2HUIc/s320/100_1125.jpg" /></a>We toasted the new year as a family with our "yummy new year drink" and are enjoying the beautiful weather this time of year in Arizona.</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZA0F6_Ot0oUz6G88xepfGJtwLJQfnRzjv8gMIB8wambNbxhCvFYBl-s5cdCVeqaoc9V1VxTycXfCjLfacmzkUYadFLNRPm6bR3F7gN6FjbbtjCkHTLJdMoaZxbrimRbiHsOKfcwynu00/s1600/100_1136.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571819738767537906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZA0F6_Ot0oUz6G88xepfGJtwLJQfnRzjv8gMIB8wambNbxhCvFYBl-s5cdCVeqaoc9V1VxTycXfCjLfacmzkUYadFLNRPm6bR3F7gN6FjbbtjCkHTLJdMoaZxbrimRbiHsOKfcwynu00/s320/100_1136.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /> </div></div>Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-37695712820646952332010-09-28T20:17:00.000-07:002010-09-28T20:57:24.602-07:00Prince and PrincessWell, first report, Fisher is now in diapers. After his great day, he wanted diapers and still does. He sometimes asks for big boy underwear, but when I return it with, then do you want to go on the potty, he says no. So, "can't push 'em" right? <div><div><div><div>On Friday we went to the mall and got a free ride on the carousel and a free meal. Why? I dressed my kids as a pince and a princess. There were many princesses there, although not as gorgeous, but Fisher was one of the few princes. They LOVED the dressing up and had fun with their friends. We had fun too. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHB40fi1n7FMG_Sp0XCyy7DsgWNT1_qWPgO94xW1iEIylgRLAyFKOBKlu_ze8MDK-sDKmLKCS243SKYvEyypgP3qtC7fHFORFWVMsHyocdU486amw95gstozR6ylX6DoqUMum8WjiGkUA/s1600/100_0967.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522172340500964770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHB40fi1n7FMG_Sp0XCyy7DsgWNT1_qWPgO94xW1iEIylgRLAyFKOBKlu_ze8MDK-sDKmLKCS243SKYvEyypgP3qtC7fHFORFWVMsHyocdU486amw95gstozR6ylX6DoqUMum8WjiGkUA/s320/100_0967.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6BKdl9H1RvxmUxyNz4IdCu_nNB1gfHM6NBFXSYv0BxPQgGR9ef4X2geYsDdzSyrPkyO7eIzhDyAHd1Wwq4ahqWI4ljd2yOGPPV__UE6Wy3A-uQ31IrNJuH_IWHgoqDLuMhVTXfqupTG0/s1600/100_0968.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522172346997583234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6BKdl9H1RvxmUxyNz4IdCu_nNB1gfHM6NBFXSYv0BxPQgGR9ef4X2geYsDdzSyrPkyO7eIzhDyAHd1Wwq4ahqWI4ljd2yOGPPV__UE6Wy3A-uQ31IrNJuH_IWHgoqDLuMhVTXfqupTG0/s320/100_0968.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizcMDP7415Ky_MXHxJ29CG0ouUomaeXV8T5_fGgn1mGAMOk-CLCxiGBRaQQbtx0II_xHRWeHQh7QGkyyl02f-b5E-UuZ9Cy9_6NUpKgXEGiQV5ODU-qK5ksjdYPzfztytC3XnO0HfNdFc/s1600/100_0971.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522172355487025682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizcMDP7415Ky_MXHxJ29CG0ouUomaeXV8T5_fGgn1mGAMOk-CLCxiGBRaQQbtx0II_xHRWeHQh7QGkyyl02f-b5E-UuZ9Cy9_6NUpKgXEGiQV5ODU-qK5ksjdYPzfztytC3XnO0HfNdFc/s320/100_0971.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUUO8NQwhaaNqpxMcWVSm9dLiPPB9Xai1hFVUtcWPYUZDLnCfBt3p9gUrmnrr-CvImCND9-LJ64s1RKnTtLcqkUhrCZ6RFJXW1XdARHRIlYewun1LLYTfVh5Tpk87mT0zi9qLqFw1AbQ/s1600/100_0970.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522172350167341602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUUO8NQwhaaNqpxMcWVSm9dLiPPB9Xai1hFVUtcWPYUZDLnCfBt3p9gUrmnrr-CvImCND9-LJ64s1RKnTtLcqkUhrCZ6RFJXW1XdARHRIlYewun1LLYTfVh5Tpk87mT0zi9qLqFw1AbQ/s320/100_0970.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Then Saturday, we went to the zoo early to see the koalas, but the line was too long and we didn't have enough time to see them. Then we went to a baptism and then to a museum. I was exhausted by noon. </div></div></div></div>Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-30615852737149030152010-09-21T20:31:00.000-07:002010-09-21T21:12:31.381-07:00FinallyYesterday started the 4th week of me trying to get Fisher potty trained. Tyler and Jana West were visiting us this weekend and Jana told me that when Lilly decided she was going to be potty trained it lasted one day until Jana put her back in a diaper. But the next day, Lilly said she didn't want diapers anymore and she did it. So, I put Fisher in a diaper yesterday after he had an accident in the morning. He has had 1 diaper on in the last 3 weeks and it was only for an hour. I was scared that it would undo everything we had done. But, this was the first day that he had 0 accidents. None at all. It is great! I dont' know what the diaper did, but I hope it lasts.<br /><br /><div><div>I finished my cake decorating class last week. Here are the two cakes I made in the class. I did cookies and cupcakes too, but didn't take a picture of those. The class was fun. I hope to get to practice and get better.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzwt152Pa3acUqn_10IsqtzY_NwzKGW6f6-jsFlD-qpXmrSRy6vwdRI2iQIIMecMUcANym8Goh1Rjxw7yzOjNMtsKt8Yv8KSIVWIAEAJDlyCzh8hlssFS4eHbj0YbkveMATceq8zojeA/s1600/100_0962.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519585484949838866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzwt152Pa3acUqn_10IsqtzY_NwzKGW6f6-jsFlD-qpXmrSRy6vwdRI2iQIIMecMUcANym8Goh1Rjxw7yzOjNMtsKt8Yv8KSIVWIAEAJDlyCzh8hlssFS4eHbj0YbkveMATceq8zojeA/s320/100_0962.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMacc5QohA2IK0i2YgLsTWveYKHCsZvPgnCqjbRZYieNyJCsfcvh-dnsZ8Pkr7U-paiE6EDkzHA0ih7wF5YH8IhBm41n-sJJXOvCoWmuySlqPQ859CC4jj5RFgGAgiHcuAsLhA5oQzBmM/s1600/100_0963.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519585496219772930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMacc5QohA2IK0i2YgLsTWveYKHCsZvPgnCqjbRZYieNyJCsfcvh-dnsZ8Pkr7U-paiE6EDkzHA0ih7wF5YH8IhBm41n-sJJXOvCoWmuySlqPQ859CC4jj5RFgGAgiHcuAsLhA5oQzBmM/s320/100_0963.jpg" /></a></div></div>Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-8374958986085084022010-08-29T21:35:00.000-07:002010-08-29T22:31:47.135-07:00I know, big shock!<div>Okay, Okay, for all of you that are checking...I am finally updating. I just haven't had time, or something. I guess I have some time since I have read the Hunger Games series in the past few weeks. Well, each book took about 2 days, but I had to borrow them all. I finished sewing Noah's Ark. It took me longer than I thought because I had to completely make up the ark. I cut the pattern and then made something completely different, but It is okay.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXBVeEIs8NFh6CTedvqPYjLk0mBqdQWTBDHIeIKcFziBeQ1ZnhCP18dBgJfc_swb6faFuc4dJ_jmRB1Zvb_VNTphpUfW-JXfvxNR_PFK4mXZVMGyTPURu_QsRmSUaXIlJbVd6F3x_R5aY/s1600/100_0960.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511068729132525042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXBVeEIs8NFh6CTedvqPYjLk0mBqdQWTBDHIeIKcFziBeQ1ZnhCP18dBgJfc_swb6faFuc4dJ_jmRB1Zvb_VNTphpUfW-JXfvxNR_PFK4mXZVMGyTPURu_QsRmSUaXIlJbVd6F3x_R5aY/s320/100_0960.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><div>Fisher and Lucy are great. Lucy tells me that I am driving her crazy or nuts about every other day when I don't let her do what she wants. It is so funny, but I know she is just telling me what I say to her some nights when I am trying to put them to bed. Gary isn't home as often being in the bishopric and I am home more often, not being the YW president. </div><br /><br /><div>The kids love being in nursery together and have a montra of songs they sing from it and from FHE, oh and from Dupper (a sing and dance thing we go to each week at the mall. They really go so they can ride the carousel. It's free.)</div><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div>We have gotten some rain in the past few weeks, so the kids have been playing out in it, and loving it! Fisher is trying to drink the rain here. Don't be fooled by his pants. It is still over 100 degrees. He just ran out of shorts that day.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUxIkRVYemrPASJixTKiBjuHsOxeNc-sz8kN7hwSEUH06RfUhUuYWYpqC0qpBmzEfdp36MQDS6RK0OMyf_dZGf2F7BMQdGdnrm9js1qjeEY9bZ89VjNGtR1_if10yCd1dMnpbkZaihD8/s1600/100_0950.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511068973562084386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUxIkRVYemrPASJixTKiBjuHsOxeNc-sz8kN7hwSEUH06RfUhUuYWYpqC0qpBmzEfdp36MQDS6RK0OMyf_dZGf2F7BMQdGdnrm9js1qjeEY9bZ89VjNGtR1_if10yCd1dMnpbkZaihD8/s320/100_0950.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmudHy43VgbyK6Y-zCT9YQHrLk1jPTYiSztzwbI63FcsvA8UUKDSQ5eHprDJMr6LulH31Er-TCnnMP-U6u06wRXwPBP4MA0GA9ONaEkyJZy0yQixVr_ZKi_llVeswHqfCvbhtEYbiP2E/s1600/100_0943.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511068965517584594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmudHy43VgbyK6Y-zCT9YQHrLk1jPTYiSztzwbI63FcsvA8UUKDSQ5eHprDJMr6LulH31Er-TCnnMP-U6u06wRXwPBP4MA0GA9ONaEkyJZy0yQixVr_ZKi_llVeswHqfCvbhtEYbiP2E/s320/100_0943.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>We converted Fisher's bed today into a big boy bed. After his nap, he just came out and was pleased to be able to do so and he only got out of bed three times tonight. I think that is pretty good.</div></div></div>Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-87898562046334066902009-12-07T19:50:00.000-08:002009-12-07T19:51:55.492-08:00MasterGary is officially done with school. His assignments have been graded and he got A's on them all. So, although he doesn't have his diploma, he is a master. Congratulations!Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-62766214124197612222009-12-05T21:55:00.000-08:002009-12-05T21:58:50.900-08:00Holy Gosh!Lucy has a few words that she likes to use as exclamations....Oh, man. Are you kidding me? which is a quote from me. And then, holy gosh, that is of her own making and it is so funny hearing these out of her little mouth.<br />Fisher just says, mo,mo,mo, for more, and mmmmm for moo (what a cow says) actually tonight he blew a raspberry to immitate an elephant, since we blow between our lips to make the sound.<br />Gary on the other hand, has the best news. He finished all his homework and as long as nothing returns saying he did it wrong or something, he is ALL done with his masters. Now we just wait for the grade and diploma. Yipeee!!!!!!!!Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-67395232859602409072009-12-01T20:20:00.000-08:002009-12-01T20:53:47.887-08:00Thanksgiving breakWe had Thanksgiving at home with the 4 of us. It was nice. I think the food turned out really well. Everyone ate it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOFLvZhRjvscVrS7v29mi0KzSXMyX4QjmMkYar8FZeMA-LP92ar2oYVocl33tnOGio2p0A1ThZgyR_gx_c_W0f4NQDDFrMuB_9io7h0Q0pdZ-zYM5YNO6uvhz-dM_BizK34dNCTB6z-s/s1600-h/100_0500.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410492682531751378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOFLvZhRjvscVrS7v29mi0KzSXMyX4QjmMkYar8FZeMA-LP92ar2oYVocl33tnOGio2p0A1ThZgyR_gx_c_W0f4NQDDFrMuB_9io7h0Q0pdZ-zYM5YNO6uvhz-dM_BizK34dNCTB6z-s/s320/100_0500.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTGJ5gmG1mjBgczsCdk1KdNW9VrruupRC2-C-z5kA-cyyNhoz7GB3TttfEg29rstlEaJR-2qw9ag918M_-_GOAj5kiFBA5DEByh35q_gm8EOCa5MKQNPmfQ3KjVu_eRFtfp8ThGjbQh3M/s1600-h/100_0502.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410492696212436610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTGJ5gmG1mjBgczsCdk1KdNW9VrruupRC2-C-z5kA-cyyNhoz7GB3TttfEg29rstlEaJR-2qw9ag918M_-_GOAj5kiFBA5DEByh35q_gm8EOCa5MKQNPmfQ3KjVu_eRFtfp8ThGjbQh3M/s320/100_0502.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1dRep-kBP44aAypeuNqrOTt2LklJMqZCcnJy8-qPNJVeWMO-BoySSdAzoWQMeF_2YYCtHHmNpE1XmXxOnOt_Eb4FjLPsm2sxTOwqYjIw_GEDHtDC1HElx_Uawmf3p7mnFPHktt_J1lI/s1600-h/100_0501.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410492684972388018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1dRep-kBP44aAypeuNqrOTt2LklJMqZCcnJy8-qPNJVeWMO-BoySSdAzoWQMeF_2YYCtHHmNpE1XmXxOnOt_Eb4FjLPsm2sxTOwqYjIw_GEDHtDC1HElx_Uawmf3p7mnFPHktt_J1lI/s320/100_0501.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then we had an early Christmas, thanks to our friend Alana. Fisher got a rockin zebra, and Lucy got a new kitchen with dishes and food.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQNJWBND3ShN22UJQCPFZXgFt7Cl-nIexWwL9qsfAQo5B5626TQXb-PsGXgkeSBa0WCWlL1l6Z8C1oI3A7dMfsngiID97liqv8x7XhyP0y2gBbtTg9XgBOFpybsCSYvDuD41VzLEqLMUA/s1600-h/100_0509.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410492706184177970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQNJWBND3ShN22UJQCPFZXgFt7Cl-nIexWwL9qsfAQo5B5626TQXb-PsGXgkeSBa0WCWlL1l6Z8C1oI3A7dMfsngiID97liqv8x7XhyP0y2gBbtTg9XgBOFpybsCSYvDuD41VzLEqLMUA/s320/100_0509.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60T9tNCNNElGoz8h-hJDiMy9EaLel6fr6JAsyld6sY5uxN7h3Hq3YHxlX1Ionkdpz-yHMU-uFwNcqcKqs5qfqsEmLindW0HaL5L4jUH7Rihi4KnEGp6wDC7g8RV_nmcBWI5WGQKiQKoU/s1600-h/100_0503.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410492701151686578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60T9tNCNNElGoz8h-hJDiMy9EaLel6fr6JAsyld6sY5uxN7h3Hq3YHxlX1Ionkdpz-yHMU-uFwNcqcKqs5qfqsEmLindW0HaL5L4jUH7Rihi4KnEGp6wDC7g8RV_nmcBWI5WGQKiQKoU/s320/100_0503.jpg" /></a>They love them both! We moved things around in their rooms and it looks awesome. Then Lucy helped Gary put the star on the top of the tree. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBqf5CE3g7rv16GpaUq8wygNinF_DoZL2FxlL1QrAR7m13pTCDy0qLsR0cFyOwJuuJBuaDz2D5OF49X_jT27a__ywkTnoKwlJ8Gwy8TwUnYwLANgEyiKzVDYIN3np1cawZLsJ0C3NZ8wI/s1600-h/100_0508.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410493944130623874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBqf5CE3g7rv16GpaUq8wygNinF_DoZL2FxlL1QrAR7m13pTCDy0qLsR0cFyOwJuuJBuaDz2D5OF49X_jT27a__ywkTnoKwlJ8Gwy8TwUnYwLANgEyiKzVDYIN3np1cawZLsJ0C3NZ8wI/s320/100_0508.jpg" /></a>They both LOVE playing with the ornaments. 2 <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_CZK-E8zrEYuZ9fCjF-QXXibpMQAPTVKwEjn0K1giP6Kx-1E5udOZBAXirYv3SEWCFjkxrRvkupBIXQkCUV1RcdjQCx2hptZnC1auX8Uwgy-Aqc3D7fcjVHgJ1BS_EL5VePDAmDkibU/s1600-h/100_0513.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410493953814576626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_CZK-E8zrEYuZ9fCjF-QXXibpMQAPTVKwEjn0K1giP6Kx-1E5udOZBAXirYv3SEWCFjkxrRvkupBIXQkCUV1RcdjQCx2hptZnC1auX8Uwgy-Aqc3D7fcjVHgJ1BS_EL5VePDAmDkibU/s320/100_0513.jpg" /></a>have broken, and they still haven't learned that they can't touch them all. The holiday was fantastic. Only a week until we start the next one in Indiana.Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-61131661475928609452009-11-23T19:39:00.000-08:002009-11-23T20:21:22.121-08:00Month 11My kids love to scare us in their 11th month. Fisher has had more bloody lips and bumps in his almost year of life than Lucy has in her 2 1/2. When she was 11 months old, we had to rush her to the ER. So far, he hasn't been to the ER, but he tried to one-up her today. We got the opportunity to call poison control tonight. Fisher bit open a 2 in 1 cascade dishwasher pellet. I didn't think he had gotten much down and rinsed his mouth out. I could feel the slippery soap, so I knew some of it went down. Then he started to gag and threw up. I was so proud of him. Gary got home right then, and convinced me to call poison control. They told us not to make his throw up and not to give him anything to drink, as he was in Gary's arms drinking water. So we stopped that and waited 30 min until we gave him a little sip, wait 10 min, and give him another sip. As long as nothing happened we were good. Well, he threw up after 15 min, so we called back and were told to start a new 30 min. 15 min later, he threw up again. Luckily, that was the last time and he is fine. I was way more controlled this time around than I was with Lucy, but I was shaken enough that I couldn't remember my phone number to tell the poison control lady.<br /><br />Here are some pictures that we've taken recently<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieuUmpqGh3BPbs7vnY4KjlqGiP4obVbLPYcqc63k3NEi9vYya5L7beBycNFo1mCr-rjonpvVRAW2PG6_3VuNl8OR_MLfgGTOAfHZB0XO7HhPDHT_r8xSGGj5CRtGS9bp4tT2ON5uBXASw/s1600/100_0444.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407514969889451570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieuUmpqGh3BPbs7vnY4KjlqGiP4obVbLPYcqc63k3NEi9vYya5L7beBycNFo1mCr-rjonpvVRAW2PG6_3VuNl8OR_MLfgGTOAfHZB0XO7HhPDHT_r8xSGGj5CRtGS9bp4tT2ON5uBXASw/s320/100_0444.jpg" /></a>: This was at the corn maze<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhJH55WG36aQPFMtxFJUF2vEBjuHYUyk_eQctCvo_dxjWajF6F7hhyqkXwef8a20p3-7hanGuA_fd_Vf8tVywyxrRgg53v2qVDN2uQCMt82_xn7o5pL1rm2tmgT5Mm-NAXRF2ld2MjB0/s1600/100_0454.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407514978216760690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhJH55WG36aQPFMtxFJUF2vEBjuHYUyk_eQctCvo_dxjWajF6F7hhyqkXwef8a20p3-7hanGuA_fd_Vf8tVywyxrRgg53v2qVDN2uQCMt82_xn7o5pL1rm2tmgT5Mm-NAXRF2ld2MjB0/s320/100_0454.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div>Fisher and Lucy eating yummy food <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlQcR-SbcfnBlDMgysWx2knhqBPmP0ddZKANn4HHCTh53dl2UeFExLf6HKleiC6rJ_hPm3v-pFuCNGXwP3WS_GHJCE9jsKUEIjcIXNNiRqk8tewGdj64AROu35WoQdoCVDffvSa_c1Gs/s1600/100_0492.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407514979776880738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlQcR-SbcfnBlDMgysWx2knhqBPmP0ddZKANn4HHCTh53dl2UeFExLf6HKleiC6rJ_hPm3v-pFuCNGXwP3WS_GHJCE9jsKUEIjcIXNNiRqk8tewGdj64AROu35WoQdoCVDffvSa_c1Gs/s320/100_0492.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwT0HYByshE5R_zU2XKRhyhmSjERYYVtLBL1WNXKd-vO5CZWzdps_Cq9opNRwarWOgfLSz7CwpIuiticP6BKWMDILNoHfpCJoDTgk56irffB50dWEKlFrcfFPRq3wamwDl1KaonNd83BQ/s1600/100_0434.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407514963564530306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwT0HYByshE5R_zU2XKRhyhmSjERYYVtLBL1WNXKd-vO5CZWzdps_Cq9opNRwarWOgfLSz7CwpIuiticP6BKWMDILNoHfpCJoDTgk56irffB50dWEKlFrcfFPRq3wamwDl1KaonNd83BQ/s320/100_0434.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sNz-HmXDMUMjWOuVxrKpLmG6C3DVV9CF3K9annHX9tJ1rrRgFIknz7nt1p_K3GzwqQ6aArtxBT2BgHjqrW7VoKeyRJVaTRzNqolc9LEjvUHFA8GrMLxJVSgcdsJgGLEq85x0IpthFIo/s1600/100_0433.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407514958957190914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sNz-HmXDMUMjWOuVxrKpLmG6C3DVV9CF3K9annHX9tJ1rrRgFIknz7nt1p_K3GzwqQ6aArtxBT2BgHjqrW7VoKeyRJVaTRzNqolc9LEjvUHFA8GrMLxJVSgcdsJgGLEq85x0IpthFIo/s320/100_0433.jpg" /></a> <div></div>The Arizona Botanical Garden. Eventhough this isn't a real plant, it was just as beautiful as the other cacti.</div>Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-68437129742485981862009-11-13T21:10:00.000-08:002009-11-13T21:45:22.481-08:00HalloweenWe had a great Halloween. We carved pumpkins for FHE with our neighbors, the Ellsworths. We were able to carry on our tradition started last year with the Wilstead and Lee families. We attended their ward carnivals. Both kids were willing to wear their costumes all night. By the end, they were exhausted. Who can blame them, we didn't get home until 7:oo.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQ-uD3knnjRnRtpiwVkNnloeNuCHZGYwQ_7lC2zFSoNXKM1taj46iNNhQORGC9geJMt0m-BXR45Yld_Ec2W3kw-JiITTIC0rorOKf1CPIpiRZ1xsIFp51DRzHIbt978yFw9aDb9dslQg/s1600-h/100_0455.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403825835656737810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQ-uD3knnjRnRtpiwVkNnloeNuCHZGYwQ_7lC2zFSoNXKM1taj46iNNhQORGC9geJMt0m-BXR45Yld_Ec2W3kw-JiITTIC0rorOKf1CPIpiRZ1xsIFp51DRzHIbt978yFw9aDb9dslQg/s320/100_0455.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QutQHKX0VjG_PbQ2q1a3vivCnx_wkuMYyQfQnKmL6OZ5rtspe5kkUXvWzwnu3xYtK8GFTvDEeylvBptIt9GIfvWvATCmG_ZUJhxRn_LKhsldQfOcITVGnPb4YC0xf7-aUOetVOpA9mw/s1600-h/100_0459.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403825838232221186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QutQHKX0VjG_PbQ2q1a3vivCnx_wkuMYyQfQnKmL6OZ5rtspe5kkUXvWzwnu3xYtK8GFTvDEeylvBptIt9GIfvWvATCmG_ZUJhxRn_LKhsldQfOcITVGnPb4YC0xf7-aUOetVOpA9mw/s320/100_0459.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGhGPcqnJP4rJVpudz7GDJtl6xe2Vi9xAJyZqRPLAVdpqbrc-AccBs9b4j675xoiQdgqEWcLSMMyrDHM7hyphenhyphenydGZ5e8JbFmOvJVFSvJOPhIGUP6h2xLwAKGYVKw6yATnwvc9Lsycozfhl8/s1600-h/100_0463.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403828057013945538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT8Qhrb6xsBhmDSXJIsxBgYjwEQkqU8yuueetXjMxxsP89cb1EDQOlYB6X-IwBEkHaJ41Pzrcfy_4QdT8IFoOVbHMX-VvKyGUseKezt3xpuaqJiC5D-2pib2BXaKU62rLhZPGXyxkG6bU/s320/100_0486.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Y0iM75NiQOe9J4I34h1vGe5JnJ5y-VzHQLNMEz_BhgHMyrrn3KTdSJwMyOVcU1fp2PFtPvxztwY1yOPBLhW3-ldliwIRsd8zMQUkQxldnajvu0QtM86FtFUkMzbyVl10tBCqNLFRdXA/s1600-h/100_0487.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403828060935513570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Y0iM75NiQOe9J4I34h1vGe5JnJ5y-VzHQLNMEz_BhgHMyrrn3KTdSJwMyOVcU1fp2PFtPvxztwY1yOPBLhW3-ldliwIRsd8zMQUkQxldnajvu0QtM86FtFUkMzbyVl10tBCqNLFRdXA/s320/100_0487.jpg" /></a>Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-5019644264905213882009-10-09T20:46:00.000-07:002009-10-09T21:00:00.278-07:00GlamorousI was explaining to Gary how fantastic my day was two days ago. I started the day with Fisher and I spending some time alone downstairs while everyone else slept. Then Gary left for work and Fisher threw up on me. So, I took a shower. After lunch Lucy was upstairs watching Lion King in our room and I thought, "she is very quiet and I haven't checked on her in a while". There was a smell as I approached my room. She had gotten everything, out of my bathroom drawer and there was foot lotion on the carpet. I made her wipe it up with the towel, but she thought that was fun. Then after lunch, I was cleaning Fisher's hands and face and some water fell on my foot. When we were done, I realized it wasn't water, but poop. So, I had to change his diaper and clothes. Then yesterday, I got to do that for him again 3 times. Oh, the glamorous things I get to do all day. But he gives the best open mouthed, slobbery kisses.<br />On Friday we tried potty training again and Lucy didn't have an accident. She still doesn't get the idea that she is supposed to tell me when she needs to go and then do it on the toilet. On Saturday, she changed her pants 3 times during the first session of conference. Gary said he wouldn't continue if he was in charge. Everyone says "when they are ready, they are ready", so I decided she must not be ready. I am, but I guess that isn't enough for both of us. She may not be ready for potty training, but she did say "presentation" the other day. I was shocked and looked around to figure out where she heard that. Then I realized, yeah, we can now watch the "feature presentation". Her other favorite word right now, is wonderful and she tells Fisher to do things with her all the time because they are "pretty fun".Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-26076668335360210422009-09-23T21:44:00.000-07:002009-09-23T21:50:49.990-07:00ProgressingWell, Lucy did go to the bathroom in the toilet, once. The count was potty 1-pants 2 today. She went about 4 1/2 hours without going at all this morning. Is she holding it? I take her to the toilet multiple times all day, like every 15 min-1/2 hour and yet, I usually miss the important time. We'll try again tomorrow, and then I have to do her laundry. She has almost gone through all her clothes in the past 2 days, tomorrow will be the last of them.Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-47667063295455224292009-09-22T21:28:00.000-07:002009-09-22T21:48:17.032-07:00Potty TrainingAs Lucy was getting dressed this morning I asked her if she wanted to wear underwear and then put on her pants. She said yes, so I jumped on it. So, officially we started potty training today. Lucy successfully wet her pants 3 times and never went to the bathroom on the toilet. Potty 0- Pants 3. But, we will continue tomorrow and see how she does. She doesn't like being wet, so that is a good thing. We'll see if she connects the thought that she doesn't have to be wet.<br />Fisher pulled himself up to his feet last Friday for the first time, but waited until today to do it regularly. He is so happy that he can see everything from a different level. His favorite after bathtime game is peek-a-boo. His towel has a large hood and he discovered that he can pull it over his eyes and back. Love it!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzShLPm6pf4w5Qf_aiCTnpXIdmCcG5mqq7UzAeDxEEtmAIOWz3WH_aNX7cA3baMBY2J-46lbrEtaEJIBZfUgA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-12394234649185010892009-09-21T11:00:00.000-07:002009-09-21T11:21:16.296-07:00Fisher cut his 6th tooth on Friday. He finally has the second front tooth, he got the two outside teeth on the top after his bottom middle teeth. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocNXAgcpp6lhTVyRiFU_FlmWNVCup0j8RQOkeLYyk_rgJtw9SmE4pABd_-fnAjOFKqNvp44QMVV_-mzp1I3fL6yG-6Cl8wKlaye_PdNHOsPVvzlQ-K6-Gk03SwZPyF2yiMjqTWXYcQV8/s1600-h/100_0417.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383984145609639602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocNXAgcpp6lhTVyRiFU_FlmWNVCup0j8RQOkeLYyk_rgJtw9SmE4pABd_-fnAjOFKqNvp44QMVV_-mzp1I3fL6yG-6Cl8wKlaye_PdNHOsPVvzlQ-K6-Gk03SwZPyF2yiMjqTWXYcQV8/s200/100_0417.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We went to the park and fed the ducks and played on the playground during FHE last Monday. Now Lucy thinks we need to go feed the ducks all the time.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tBfM_yqyvL_gTcCmju-YWlQvvgNgMCldzl_jzgN_8UaKkEWokwovnLbEIKt3jbe5oroS6hrvBZUcIV5SoLXk-sl8kSN3Aoz0q4n_USFTrMlaNpZETpFJn2xzH2TMFqEywWiOP2xSDyY/s1600-h/100_0396.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383984138588685618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tBfM_yqyvL_gTcCmju-YWlQvvgNgMCldzl_jzgN_8UaKkEWokwovnLbEIKt3jbe5oroS6hrvBZUcIV5SoLXk-sl8kSN3Aoz0q4n_USFTrMlaNpZETpFJn2xzH2TMFqEywWiOP2xSDyY/s200/100_0396.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2GY0tDcPLbua6rn6d-SyGGqvYxnGUiVUEO-50vOMrlqnJIPHXhYA5fLFeLyv2j_eS3WIvPiCwte3oHytVrphuGTvbFB1ap74V47Pp-EnHtCfFQ8JBM6TL88xts9VlTqOUd_khPlLgW0/s1600-h/100_0403.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383984157472311234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2GY0tDcPLbua6rn6d-SyGGqvYxnGUiVUEO-50vOMrlqnJIPHXhYA5fLFeLyv2j_eS3WIvPiCwte3oHytVrphuGTvbFB1ap74V47Pp-EnHtCfFQ8JBM6TL88xts9VlTqOUd_khPlLgW0/s200/100_0403.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ATx1-gs3wtG5BmJ9AQzRQOyFdP18bfXCKV7wjBRgyIKQT51YtdqZYYFsnuYAIHkqZhkr9YwSskU_lwzuUxISN7ut16ir0f865BMIMcnQ5OIA9W5xV7GiBSyZ1Y8MJ0Fv02eF7cn46nI/s1600-h/100_0423.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383984128518561954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ATx1-gs3wtG5BmJ9AQzRQOyFdP18bfXCKV7wjBRgyIKQT51YtdqZYYFsnuYAIHkqZhkr9YwSskU_lwzuUxISN7ut16ir0f865BMIMcnQ5OIA9W5xV7GiBSyZ1Y8MJ0Fv02eF7cn46nI/s200/100_0423.jpg" /></a> So,I really couldn't tell, for a few days, exactly where Lucy cut her hair. As I did her hair Sunday, I realized everyone would be able to tell exactly where she cut. (The front right side, as you look at the picture) Notice the other side has hair pulled all the way from the front, this side doesn't.Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-17992602475410206692009-09-13T22:09:00.000-07:002009-09-13T22:10:47.158-07:00Code YellowSo, let me tell you what my little Lucy is up to. We were at Kohls last week and we turned around to look at some shoes while she was staring at herself in the mirror....and....she disappreared. We looked for about 10 min. all over, until I told costomer service that I couldn't find my 2 year old. They immediately called a "code yellow" and started helping us. The lady called it a second time and more people showed up to search. She was on the otherside of the store, which Gary had checked, and she ran from the lady who found her. The lady chased her my way and I picked her up, eventhough I had Fisher in my arms as well. Gary was so mad. I started to cry and had her look into my eyes as I sternly told her to never leave us again. She stared at my eyes the entire time and said "okay" like she usually does. Then, Friday she was upstairs watching Robin Hood and I went up to check on her. There was a chunk of hair on the ground and I thought, this is strange. Then I found another one, and another. And I realized she had cut her hair. I gathered all the pieces I could find, you know to keep for posterity, and then went to check her out. I was nervous. I took out her clip and more hair fell out. Her hair is so curly that you really can't tell, so lucky her. As I was trying to get it all gathered she shut herself into our toilet area and when I opened that door, she had unravelled all the toilet paper. She was escorted out of our bathroom after that. But, oh, that kid makes me laugh. She is talking so well and can cary on a conversation with herself. And, she sings all the theme songs to the PBS cartoons and the songs from Lion King. Well, enough that you know what she is singing. Today she was playing with Fisher in the landing/hallway and he would start to fuss and she would thrust a book in his face and say, "Fish, look at this" or "Here you go, Fish". Already she is starting to try to keep the little one from crying so she doesn't get into trouble. Atleast that is why I used to do it. <br /><br />Fisher gets around. I can't explain how, because it isn't always crawling on all 4s, but it isn't army crawl or rolling either. It is like magic, pooof and he has made it across the room. He and Lucy will play together sometimes and those are the times that he really gets around. He has started smacking his lips when he wants to nurse or right after, or sometimes just for fun. His favorite way to tell me it is time to nurse is to headbut my chest. He started clapping on Friday. He still has one hand in a fist, since he has been tight fisted since birth, but he knows what he is doing and claps at appropriate times. He also gives 5 when you ask for it, but he has been doing that for about 6 weeks. He finally cut one of his top middle teeth and therefore now has 5, which he loved to bit me with while nursing last week. It was soooooooo, incredibly painful, but I think we are over it. <br />I wonder what this week will bring.Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-443719476729094932009-08-22T21:37:00.000-07:002009-08-22T21:56:59.485-07:00Our summer vacationSchool has started again and so we are into a new routine. I haven't been able to get caught up from all our vacationing. But, we enjoyed going to Indiana, Utah, and Washington and seeing all the grandparents.<br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjamieandgary%2Falbumid%2F5373007056311477745%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCPuk67uK1K3tVA%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-4314172436319605452009-06-11T19:53:00.000-07:002009-06-11T20:07:36.585-07:00Girl's nightFisher went to sleep early tonight, so it was just Lucy and I. I asked if she wanted me to paint her toes and she said yes, emphatically. Well, when I was done with her, she wanted me to do mine too. Then she decided she wanted to help and so, Lucy painted my toenails and fingernails. Then she decided she wanted me to spend time with her in her bed too. She cried when I left and later I went back in. I told her she was okay and to stop crying. Then I asked if she was sad and she said yes. I didn't even know she knew that word. Each day she surprises me with words I didn't teach her.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLkRtTO8tZ85b1tMRWgPMFbpC36ADNHJRudPAVed23uCaWnpevwCLf-vtP7rRReluQXRNi8UE05CO0vrEFhcXonTs7jlY-MISdWYSOoK2FIeZAg5_osdlExaUGQvO2v3k4BcpRdgg4so/s1600-h/100_0180.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346271650931384002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLkRtTO8tZ85b1tMRWgPMFbpC36ADNHJRudPAVed23uCaWnpevwCLf-vtP7rRReluQXRNi8UE05CO0vrEFhcXonTs7jlY-MISdWYSOoK2FIeZAg5_osdlExaUGQvO2v3k4BcpRdgg4so/s200/100_0180.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1nqkSDiuiGoNFmgC1bjVhsyoCc-TrpvpWwmHL9d-s17l-97A0NTllK0G7J8WgvFql9GnRiBkbvYAePtkdQOgLY2z93NEZZlrfpovtsqNrkFSLFcc18TjQ47UcVHjWS0n3p6B2YuINMk/s1600-h/100_0181.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346271654393410050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1nqkSDiuiGoNFmgC1bjVhsyoCc-TrpvpWwmHL9d-s17l-97A0NTllK0G7J8WgvFql9GnRiBkbvYAePtkdQOgLY2z93NEZZlrfpovtsqNrkFSLFcc18TjQ47UcVHjWS0n3p6B2YuINMk/s200/100_0181.jpg" /></a>Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-58478287361234267792009-06-06T21:21:00.001-07:002009-06-06T21:30:32.445-07:00Hair cutFisher got his first hair cut today. His hair was really short on top, he has a bald spot in the middle of the back, and then a row of longer hair that circled the back. So, he looked a little like a balding man. And, after his nap yesterday the hair on the back stuck straight out, so I knew it was time for a trim. I used a #1 for the back and a #2 for the top. Nothing came off the top, but there was plenty off the back. We put it off a little because we didn't think he would like the buzzing or the tickling the vibration would make, but he didn't care. He just sat there and chewed on the cord like a good boy. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMOZh0DITfM5tn6uAhZUVo_aSChe10UeaPjI0bBaqJV8VRWlTUbrBHhNSrOL6mjlAW3FsENLMHkfPkdExG-pAL4zYeYDVkSH8uaWXdrXLtOCq0ZVJPhTliOBer8g1Gh8cmveeF36eA_wE/s1600-h/100_0174.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344438125451112962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMOZh0DITfM5tn6uAhZUVo_aSChe10UeaPjI0bBaqJV8VRWlTUbrBHhNSrOL6mjlAW3FsENLMHkfPkdExG-pAL4zYeYDVkSH8uaWXdrXLtOCq0ZVJPhTliOBer8g1Gh8cmveeF36eA_wE/s200/100_0174.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4H3fj8QeT0-v-At-2vXjrT7L6DBPWosQT3FvmM2nXKk3Q2xAlkuq1fueG20tmkbHcAqK-knvhXdS3qOnkDhM8Trvwyv3Bbkt291UHXx6e2-jshNi1oXC_DOvJ2B7CWJ3GrJHd24GP_g/s1600-h/100_0175.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344438127822819746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4H3fj8QeT0-v-At-2vXjrT7L6DBPWosQT3FvmM2nXKk3Q2xAlkuq1fueG20tmkbHcAqK-knvhXdS3qOnkDhM8Trvwyv3Bbkt291UHXx6e2-jshNi1oXC_DOvJ2B7CWJ3GrJHd24GP_g/s200/100_0175.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Lucy wanted to cut her hair too, but that wasn't about to happen. So, instead, she got into the cabinets under our sink, which she never does. I smelled windex and was about to ask Gary if he was cleaning something when I realized what it was. She had gotten the spray commet and was in our closet spraying it on herself. (We recently got a water bottle to spray down her hair in the morning and she loves to play with it. What is the difference, right.) I had just filled the tub with some water to give Fisher a bath when I found her so we threw her in instead to rinse her off. She wasn't too thrilled with it, but no other harm done. </div></div>Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-87411479774654015622009-06-03T23:49:00.000-07:002009-06-04T00:03:10.360-07:00Fisher is grabbing everything, with both hands. I put a toy in front of him today and he tucked his knees in. I could almost see him make the connection.....<em>I can get that.</em> He didn't go anywhere, but he is a smart one. He decided he wanted to start spiting today, while I was trying to feed him plums. It got everywhere, and I couldn't get him to stop spiting. I know he likes them, because he has had them before, but he was sure excited about his new discovery.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtHAdQ1PLhYHzz2T9BVbnUIW6jCvbcXZYUErhMRx1B8WhVYkymOsV6goCKiUtJhmu3SUhz7bYCZbNJQvlPKq9f6xDJgEO_9nBns7Ukvk2pVO2P7gSZyXtVmNkzeibHpybGP-oSryJ1bNM/s1600-h/100_0136.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343363689456154578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtHAdQ1PLhYHzz2T9BVbnUIW6jCvbcXZYUErhMRx1B8WhVYkymOsV6goCKiUtJhmu3SUhz7bYCZbNJQvlPKq9f6xDJgEO_9nBns7Ukvk2pVO2P7gSZyXtVmNkzeibHpybGP-oSryJ1bNM/s200/100_0136.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>We were reading the BoM title to Lucy. "Another testament of Jesus Christ" to which she immediately said "amen" She is so reverent. Right after the opening prayer in sacratment meeting Sunday, she jumped on Gary's lap and started shouting "bread" and "water". We talked about the sacrament a few weeks ago during FHE. Although, we talked about reverence last week. I guess that didn't stick as well. She started getting restless as soon as we sat in the pew, and Gary told her we just had to sit reverently for an hour. To which she replied "no hour, no hour". They were both crying yesterday and I said "come on guys". Then she started repeating, "come on guys, com on guys" I LOVE the mimic phase. She was so proud that her ring pop made her tongue blue. She had to stand on the counter and look at it over and over. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtUshd9C11_nyTg7EA3-yGfF3r9e5qwDIlD1A8iJNXn7QnQoazm75-J5NAPuahElm5QQQQeTv0nhTW_k5Fa9YVzm-QPsFPGgxnR1Y0AskSBdYf4rLfvy9rql3vBQO6rGEaWznCA0H29w/s1600-h/100_0170.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343363678040649410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtUshd9C11_nyTg7EA3-yGfF3r9e5qwDIlD1A8iJNXn7QnQoazm75-J5NAPuahElm5QQQQeTv0nhTW_k5Fa9YVzm-QPsFPGgxnR1Y0AskSBdYf4rLfvy9rql3vBQO6rGEaWznCA0H29w/s200/100_0170.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Fisher fell asleep on me while feeding yesterday while Lucy was taking a nap, so I just slept too, downstairs. I thought I heard Lucy get up but then everything was quiet again and so I thought I was wrong. Well, I was right, she did wake up and get out of bed, but it didn't last long. When I finally took Fisher up to bed, this is what I found on the stairs. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfx-vASphyQAh63ilHAfLpjJtXA7wJRp1bcqbgZJcolTKOK4E8y8l_tu6iuvs4ivpYIYtKzn1u-tzJdvc9k8wH2ArPIO2WO4CvY6oLm9majsOuqlwwZcO2sg4bGa2C3ihZxoLtW-Mmzlw/s1600-h/100_0172.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343363686834535090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfx-vASphyQAh63ilHAfLpjJtXA7wJRp1bcqbgZJcolTKOK4E8y8l_tu6iuvs4ivpYIYtKzn1u-tzJdvc9k8wH2ArPIO2WO4CvY6oLm9majsOuqlwwZcO2sg4bGa2C3ihZxoLtW-Mmzlw/s200/100_0172.jpg" /></a></div></div></div>Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-82210029983856010822009-05-28T21:38:00.000-07:002009-05-28T21:40:35.425-07:00Too badGary just told me this story about how he tried to film Lucy last night but she stopped as soon as he grabbed the camera. I guess she was spinning and counting to 4 and then running over and giving Fisher a hug. That would have been some "sweet action"* to film. He said she even counted to 11 once. What child counts to 11?<br />*quote by Courtney MirandaJamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-18995576939109027422009-05-26T21:32:00.000-07:002009-05-26T21:54:54.486-07:00White girls can't jumpLately Lucy has been able to be spacially aware of things going on around her. She was saying something to me the other day and I thought she said kite, so I repeated "kite?" Then she stopped, looked at me and must have changed her topic to a kite and said "cousins" I said, yeah, you flew a kite with your cousins. And she responded, "and Gant". Then the next day, we had just finished watching Seasame Street and she was singing "Elmo's World" and then she started saying mine over and over. I then realized she was re-playing the show in her head. Everyone on Seasame Street had mine-itis that day. What a smart girl. Her favorite thing to say right now is, "stop it". If she is doing something she shouldn't I will say "Lucy" and she will hold her hand out behind her, as if to tell me not to come over there, and say "stop it". She told the neighbor boy, Ethan, to "stop it" today when he was trying to take a toy away from her. He got very offended and told her not to tell him to stop it. So, she said, "okay". We were so happy they could handle that dispute on their own.<br /><div><div><div>Lucy can not jump. Elmo was talking about jumping, so she ran over to her toy box and searched for her jump rope. This is how she jumps rope. She actually made it off the ground 2x that day. That is the only time she has ever left the ground while jumping.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxJDlQxAAkHaG_yH0JaFrMNY6mSHV8PLF982SG8vw6GJ68tsvFviDUzARmwItERD_bJhuJpW0nQO4qpa9TSYQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPh4nyNKRrxqq9nZbjXDICslsrcu655ujTQyq9lycGBRxcDJ5gRMAXF0JiFsLDUraDh0WcsrG2QBrlrI_U0R_DtiO1PUbVOAUiXMwZ6jYrs_R9cLTtxaIrz0KKQ5mOajOWLdAJMiikIv8/s1600-h/100_0092.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340360896705358082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPh4nyNKRrxqq9nZbjXDICslsrcu655ujTQyq9lycGBRxcDJ5gRMAXF0JiFsLDUraDh0WcsrG2QBrlrI_U0R_DtiO1PUbVOAUiXMwZ6jYrs_R9cLTtxaIrz0KKQ5mOajOWLdAJMiikIv8/s200/100_0092.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFd4TcTMCXhkStfsAPBQSiIvtqvbBWVVMhMZHb6ThILARoXddl2tDH9_f2v1YjkERYuEkOgMT5GB5L0AwTtuxexT_vTg87obU267y66rQN5DjQZdl17GyZstVU79vd1VQ314tLdCcrqM/s1600-h/100_0166.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340360892076525282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFd4TcTMCXhkStfsAPBQSiIvtqvbBWVVMhMZHb6ThILARoXddl2tDH9_f2v1YjkERYuEkOgMT5GB5L0AwTtuxexT_vTg87obU267y66rQN5DjQZdl17GyZstVU79vd1VQ314tLdCcrqM/s200/100_0166.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFd4TcTMCXhkStfsAPBQSiIvtqvbBWVVMhMZHb6ThILARoXddl2tDH9_f2v1YjkERYuEkOgMT5GB5L0AwTtuxexT_vTg87obU267y66rQN5DjQZdl17GyZstVU79vd1VQ314tLdCcrqM/s1600-h/100_0166.jpg"></a></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFd4TcTMCXhkStfsAPBQSiIvtqvbBWVVMhMZHb6ThILARoXddl2tDH9_f2v1YjkERYuEkOgMT5GB5L0AwTtuxexT_vTg87obU267y66rQN5DjQZdl17GyZstVU79vd1VQ314tLdCcrqM/s1600-h/100_0166.jpg"></a> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFd4TcTMCXhkStfsAPBQSiIvtqvbBWVVMhMZHb6ThILARoXddl2tDH9_f2v1YjkERYuEkOgMT5GB5L0AwTtuxexT_vTg87obU267y66rQN5DjQZdl17GyZstVU79vd1VQ314tLdCcrqM/s1600-h/100_0166.jpg"></a> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFd4TcTMCXhkStfsAPBQSiIvtqvbBWVVMhMZHb6ThILARoXddl2tDH9_f2v1YjkERYuEkOgMT5GB5L0AwTtuxexT_vTg87obU267y66rQN5DjQZdl17GyZstVU79vd1VQ314tLdCcrqM/s1600-h/100_0166.jpg"></a> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFd4TcTMCXhkStfsAPBQSiIvtqvbBWVVMhMZHb6ThILARoXddl2tDH9_f2v1YjkERYuEkOgMT5GB5L0AwTtuxexT_vTg87obU267y66rQN5DjQZdl17GyZstVU79vd1VQ314tLdCcrqM/s1600-h/100_0166.jpg"></a> </p><p>Fisher is grabbing at everything! He talks, or makes noise, all day long and has recently decided that he DOES NOT like it when Lucy holds him. I guess his patience has finally worn thin. She on the other hand has decided that she wants to hold him all the time. And when she does, we need to take a picture.</p><p>Gary read in the newspaper that we could go to our zoo for free last Friday with our grocery club card. It was great. Plus, it had rained all the night before and wasn't even 90 degrees. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYuoXsMPeS_mRYHjnyUW8N_GDa_HCUbcT1zVlY2E4jV0s64tRty2kAdmfrdDLXUELTilcuRkhhw2HGWsCCJW-Uv8f_GlOs0tsBWl1biUS7z9YksqbugFtlsCEb35YqagLcNtMnq6xp6LQ/s1600-h/100_0161.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340360886587174514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYuoXsMPeS_mRYHjnyUW8N_GDa_HCUbcT1zVlY2E4jV0s64tRty2kAdmfrdDLXUELTilcuRkhhw2HGWsCCJW-Uv8f_GlOs0tsBWl1biUS7z9YksqbugFtlsCEb35YqagLcNtMnq6xp6LQ/s200/100_0161.jpg" border="0" /></a></p></div></div>Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-3758859167593017452009-05-08T21:49:00.001-07:002009-05-08T21:53:47.954-07:00Outgrowing bedsBoth my kids got upgrades today on their beds. Lucy sleeps on our full that was once the guest bed, and today, we took the side rails off. She was quit ready. Since Fisher is rolling around so much and he spins on his belly, I took off his bumper pad. Now it just looks like a jail. He loves it!Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-13921417598180257132009-05-06T21:52:00.000-07:002009-05-06T22:07:56.128-07:00CommunicationFisher rolls over from his back to his front, both sides and last night he rolled from his front to his back. I don't think he can replicate that yet, but it has happened once. He has also started making raspberries and sucking in air with noise to communicate.<br />Lucy started singing the songs from the movies she watches. I borrowed Mamma Mia from one of my YW and she watched the beginning with me and then started playing. She walked by at one point and started singing "honey, honey", that is the first song. Then today she re-enacted Sesame Street to herself. She was singing the Elmo's world song, better than ever before and then started saying "mine". I didn't get it at first, but everyone had "mine-itis" today and the only cure was for Oscar to share with them. She is speaking so much better too. She tells me all the time that "Sisher hungy" or "I hungy, mama." She also said her first prayer last week. As we prompted her she said a loud "Dear" then she whispered "Heavenly" and then back to her loud voice until "Jesus" which she whispered again. As I prompted her to be thankful for something, I said "thankful" (me), "thankful"(Lucy), "for" (me), "six" (Lucy). She always skips five as she counts.<br />Gary finished another Masters class, so we get him every night of the week until June. I am so happy and yet dreading June. Then he will have class Mon-Thur evenings. I dread until June 15th when I will be going to see my family in IN and then I think Gary is dreading being alone.Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560078548718913721.post-7949593638295288682009-04-25T22:09:00.000-07:002009-04-25T22:14:33.890-07:00HelpI can't see so many people's pictures on their blogs. I just have a red X in a box in the top left corner. Doesn't anyone know how to fix this. I feel like I am missing out.Jamie Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04161386766387233163noreply@blogger.com4