<?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-5181348622609783683</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:19:14.496-06:00</updated><category term='Jadalie and Annalyn'/><title type='text'>Marchants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-3083454278738643856</id><published>2009-11-07T19:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:24:22.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormon funny</title><content type='html'>Jessica just emailed this to me and I thought it was really funny...and true:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Articles of Faith of Mormon Culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We believe in SUVs and minivans, as the form of transportation, and inknee length shorts, which are always nice, and in the multilevel marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We believe that church ball players should be punished for their ownfouls, and not for unsportsmanlike aggression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We believe that through bread crumbs, cheese, creamy soups, and rice allcasseroles can be saved through obedience to ward cookbooks and creativityin the mixing bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We believe that the first layers and ingredients of the Dip are: first,beans; second, cheese; third, chopped tomatoes; fourth, the gift of sourcream; fifth, olives; sixth, salsa; seventh, guacamole, that is, if you haveit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We believe that a Mormon should have a distinguished or a cute name, thatit is appropriate to name a child after a church leader or a historicalfigure including an ancestor, that alternative spellings and French prefixesonly add to a name, and that when referring to the names of GeneralAuthorities, middle initials should be a part thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We believe in the same wall decor that exists in many Mormon homes,namely, framed family proclamations, vinyl lettering, inspirational wordsigns, family photos, pictures of temples and Jesus, and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We believe in the gift of the re-gift, church books, crafts, familyphotos, baked goods, emergency supply kits, and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We believe in sparkling grape juice so long as it is nonalcoholic; wealso believe in bringing root beer and sprite to ward parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We believe in all that we have scrapbooked, all that we will nowscrapbook, and we believe that we will yet scrapbook many great andimportant things pertaining to our family, friends, pets, and vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We believe in the literal mixing of ketchup and mayo and in the generousapplication of ranch dressing; that CBAs (church-based acronyms) will beused to describe YM/YW, PEC, the Y, NCMO, and CTR; that Mitt Romney will getMormons to vote for him any time he runs; and, that the Mormons will enjoyreading Twilight and The Work and the Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We claim the privilege of trying to identify common acquaintances withany visitor at church, and allow all other people at church the sameprivilege, and let them name drop the names of Famous and generalauthorities how, where, or what they may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. We believe in being subject to scoutmasters, pampered chef hostesses,and the writers of the U.S. News and World Report Rankings for professionalschools, and in obeying, honoring, and sustaining Glenn Beck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. We believe in being above average, good at crafts, optimistic, and beingfifteen minutes late everywhere we go. Indeed, we may say that we follow BYUfootball. We believe rumors about famous people joining the church, we hopeto meet the three Nephites, we have endured many pyramid schemes, and hopeto be able to endure all pyramid schemes. If there is anything cheap, free,sold in bulk, or given away when somebody is moving, we seek after thesethings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-3083454278738643856?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/3083454278738643856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=3083454278738643856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/3083454278738643856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/3083454278738643856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/11/mormon-funny.html' title='Mormon funny'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-2069711278383969631</id><published>2009-10-13T19:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:10:31.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadalie says</title><content type='html'>We had the Rusch family over for dinner and while we were eating I heard a pop hit the floor in the dining room.  Rylee beat me under the table and prevented anymore pop from pouring out so I went for a towel.  When I climbed back under the table Jadalie was under there sitting in the splattered spray from the pop.  I said. "What are you doing?!? Get out of the pop!'' to which my sweet little girl replied, "I am hidin' under the table so you don't spank me."  Talk about make me feel like crap!!!!  Geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-2069711278383969631?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/2069711278383969631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=2069711278383969631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/2069711278383969631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/2069711278383969631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/10/jadalie-says.html' title='Jadalie says'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-8925218123962563832</id><published>2009-10-03T09:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:55:24.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have been busy busy busy with nothing really to show for it!!!  Jadalie LOVES "dancin class" and wants to go every time we drive past.  Annalyn is getting teeth like crazy but so far only one front one on top is actually out.  18 months old and one front tooth?!?!?!  Well she does have 3 on the bottom and some molars but geez...my weirdo kids and their teeth!!! Jadalie didn't have any until she was 13 months old.  Gummy 1st birthday smiles:)  Anyway, here are some pics of my beauties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SsdymI_m2rI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Pn0tO0F8GRY/s1600-h/jadadance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388401478746954418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SsdymI_m2rI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Pn0tO0F8GRY/s320/jadadance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jadalie on her first day of dance with her freshly broken arm;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SsdyXcPtbMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/PnCmqX8qLTI/s1600-h/necnani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388401226216729794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SsdyXcPtbMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/PnCmqX8qLTI/s320/necnani.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a few months ago but I LOVE it.  She thought she was pretty cool when she jacked Jadalie's necarine.  Which is "like a peach" according to my Smartypants Jadalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SsdyCYWOUnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7-nOuzMmbPw/s1600-h/weirdjadalie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388400864393056882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SsdyCYWOUnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7-nOuzMmbPw/s320/weirdjadalie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the weirdest picture ever!!!! This is Jadalie. I took it with my phone but she looks sooooooo skinny and not at all like her!  Crazy and a lil spooky when I first saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-8925218123962563832?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/8925218123962563832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=8925218123962563832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/8925218123962563832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/8925218123962563832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-have-been-busy-busy-busy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SsdymI_m2rI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Pn0tO0F8GRY/s72-c/jadadance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-6927577911588541798</id><published>2009-09-17T20:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:41:58.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>So I finally have the internet back at my house WHOOOO HOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!  I am so very excited!!  I have tv as well.  I don't even know what to do with my self:)  Anyway, quick run down before I  head of to dreamland....  Jadalie broke her arm, Nani cracked her head and split her ear open, and I learned to can tomatoes all in the last 7 days.  I live for excitement;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-6927577911588541798?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/6927577911588541798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=6927577911588541798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6927577911588541798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6927577911588541798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-5223970438625323444</id><published>2009-08-31T18:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:09:14.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>So not having the internet really sucks when it comes to blogging.  Quick run down.... Annalyn popped out a new tooth on the bottom, Jadalie starts dance next week which she is SOOOOOOOOO excited for, and I canned for the first time ever today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-5223970438625323444?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/5223970438625323444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=5223970438625323444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5223970438625323444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5223970438625323444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-1348603082048732509</id><published>2009-07-25T12:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:35:03.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Jadalie says/Nani news</title><content type='html'>Should start with Annalyn probably.  She has two new teeth!!!  She cut some top molars!  She has her two front bottom teeth and that's it.  Weirdo kids I have;)  Someday she will get her other front teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for Jadalie.&lt;br /&gt;The other night she snatched my phone and when I grabbed it from her she yelled at me!! "No, I just need to text. I textin' my dad!'' &lt;br /&gt;Snotty lil cuss:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night(at about midnight-we stayed up sooooo late) I told her we needed to go to bed.  She said it wasn't nigh-night time and I told her it was dark so it was time for bed.  She asked Clark to take her out side and turn the sun on.  Sooo cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that evening we were talking and she told me that girls are princesses and I said that boys are princes and she said NO.  I tried to explain it to her but thats was futile.  She said girls wear princess dresses to church and boys wear "tides".  She does always have to have a "princess'' dress on to go to church.  It HAS to flare out when she spins or it isn't a "princess'' dress and she cries the WHOLE time at church.  Makes for a long three hours even if I do&lt;br /&gt;get to ditch her in nursery!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-1348603082048732509?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/1348603082048732509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=1348603082048732509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1348603082048732509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1348603082048732509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-jadalie-saysnani-news.html' title='Few Jadalie says/Nani news'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-2476410361362538745</id><published>2009-07-19T15:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:06:36.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going for it.</title><content type='html'>So I have decided I am not going to wait until my divorce is final to start dating because seriously....I have NO idea when I am going to be able to get the money together to have everything done that it takes to even &lt;em&gt;file&lt;/em&gt; the papers. He is supposed to be paying for all of that but he isn't even able to give me any money to take care of my girls at this point. EVERYONE had been telling me it is ok to start putting myself out there. They think it will help me to come to terms with what is happening and accept the changes in my life. They also think it will help me to let go if I realize that he isn't the only one out there. I keep getting told that there is not anything wrong with getting to know people and there really isn't. I will do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTHING &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to jeopardise my temple recommend or dishonor my marriage. I meant the vows I made and will be faithful to them until I am lawfully divorced. So if anyone knows any good guys left that wouldn't mind dating a fat chic&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(who is still legally married at this point)&lt;/span&gt; with a couple of small children....hook me up:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-2476410361362538745?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/2476410361362538745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=2476410361362538745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/2476410361362538745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/2476410361362538745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-for-it.html' title='Going for it.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-7875843466590989776</id><published>2009-07-11T09:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:37:34.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the Byron carnival was not quite what I expected but hey, it was free and my girls had fun and I got the snow cone I have been wanting oh so badly. I thought there would be rides but there was just cute little kiddie stations. You know, like where you fish over the wall with a string and a clothes pin and get prizes. They did have food which was good. Jessica's and mine were a bit cold but it was still good. Not nearly as good as my snow cone;) Anyway, I tried to take pictures but that was a bit of a fight. My kids would run in different directions if I let them go!! Imagine that. Taylor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jolley&lt;/span&gt; and Bree &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;? helped and so did Micki's kids Ivy and Lexi. I am so spoiled with all of the people lately helping me with me kids. Like when I mowed the grass Thursday and I was in the back and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jadalie&lt;/span&gt; opened the front door letting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Annalyn&lt;/span&gt; and herself escape and Nani headed straight for the street and my sister's grandma came to get them!!!! Then Jazz and Taylor came and took them while I finished:) Have I mentioned how great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem's&lt;/span&gt; kids are? I don't know what I would have done this week without Linda, Jon, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Milisa&lt;/span&gt;, Bobby and Jazz!!!! OK so back to Byron..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SliuaqzNXsI/AAAAAAAAAfs/bH-iLhdVEiQ/s1600-h/carn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357223529946111682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SliuaqzNXsI/AAAAAAAAAfs/bH-iLhdVEiQ/s320/carn1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course this is how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jadalie&lt;/span&gt; needed to start the night. She was so excited she started running. We were still in the street. For as hard as she hit(you could hear the smack/thud) it didn't do much damage! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SliuUdAEwvI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ssO2SGrZzUM/s1600-h/carn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357223423162761970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SliuUdAEwvI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ssO2SGrZzUM/s320/carn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She got quite happy after she got these. She just waved and waved:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SliuPupN5jI/AAAAAAAAAfc/nEwupDGqqeQ/s1600-h/carn5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357223341999384114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SliuPupN5jI/AAAAAAAAAfc/nEwupDGqqeQ/s320/carn5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jadalie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rylee&lt;/span&gt; and the duck pond. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dalen&lt;/span&gt; is in the orange in the back and Abby is next to him(Rusch children, Rylee too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SliuDYxgimI/AAAAAAAAAfU/5U63SeyUrcc/s1600-h/carn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357223129970149986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SliuDYxgimI/AAAAAAAAAfU/5U63SeyUrcc/s320/carn4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course Nani needed to try too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/Slit-O8rL9I/AAAAAAAAAfM/uToen7rgcO4/s1600-h/carn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357223041433284562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/Slit-O8rL9I/AAAAAAAAAfM/uToen7rgcO4/s320/carn3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't like me laying her in the grass. She did like the leis though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a fun hour and some change. That was all I could take!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-7875843466590989776?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/7875843466590989776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=7875843466590989776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7875843466590989776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7875843466590989776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-byron-carnival-was-not-quite-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SliuaqzNXsI/AAAAAAAAAfs/bH-iLhdVEiQ/s72-c/carn1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-9192175747829585381</id><published>2009-07-10T16:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:53:41.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Byron Carnival</title><content type='html'>So we are about to head off to the huge city of Byron for their free carnival as it is Byron's days this weekend. We don't even know where it is! Oh my gosh I hope it doesn't take too long for us to find it:) Wouldn't want to miss anything! I am pretty excited for the fireworks tomorrow though. I am soooooo glad my kids are to young to know about the parade and all of that stuff. I know we will be going to the Cowley parade next week and all of those fun things. I just think I will enjoy the break from all of those things every weekend for 3 weeks in a row until they get older and want to go to them all. Good thing there are only 3 little towns that do their celebrations in our little area. I will try to take pictures but I kinda suck in that department so no promises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck that I don't go to jail for beating someone else's child/ren should they mess with my kids tonight!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-9192175747829585381?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/9192175747829585381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=9192175747829585381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/9192175747829585381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/9192175747829585381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/07/byron-carnival.html' title='Byron Carnival'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-5307756425100297047</id><published>2009-07-06T15:06:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:29:50.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 4th of July</title><content type='html'>We had a blast on the 4th, even if our day started at 5:44 in the morning with a whole package of black cats going off right outside my bedroom window(not really but I would have put money on it).  So much for my one day to sleep in.  Maybe next Saturday....yeah right:) Anyway....  The girls and I went to Cowley to celebrate with Jon, Linda, Milisa, Jazz, and Bobby.  We went to Dave Rael's for a yummy dinner and then headed back to Jon and Linda's to set off the fireworks they had.  We thought about going to the park to watch Dave's show but we just watched from the park.  Even through the trees it was GREAT!  Jadalie was sooooooo excited.  She danced and sang and sang and sang all night.  She was entirely too wound up but oh so cute!  Well here are some pictures of our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJoMHJ1FKI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qD0Xc835wOU/s1600-h/4th1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355457464184935586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJoMHJ1FKI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qD0Xc835wOU/s320/4th1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was getting sick of hearing "Oh Jennie, you look so tired." and "You look like you don't feel very well, are you ok?", so I decided to do my hair and put some makeup on.  Hmmm I think they were right:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJoIbZsLpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/i1nsBcAa2dg/s1600-h/4th2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355457400900693650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJoIbZsLpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/i1nsBcAa2dg/s320/4th2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little miss happy face&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJoD4azmVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/NxgFHEJkKJ4/s1600-h/4th3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355457322790656338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJoD4azmVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/NxgFHEJkKJ4/s320/4th3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both girls loved snaps.  Jazz was so patient:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJn_Te3R5I/AAAAAAAAAes/vac3fph4J2g/s1600-h/4th4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355457244156086162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJn_Te3R5I/AAAAAAAAAes/vac3fph4J2g/s320/4th4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bobby popping a snap with his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJn7mECVBI/AAAAAAAAAek/vl_hicoz-Qg/s1600-h/4th5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355457180424360978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJn7mECVBI/AAAAAAAAAek/vl_hicoz-Qg/s320/4th5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have no idea what she was saying but it sure made a silly picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJn2kBI3LI/AAAAAAAAAec/SOUQqKURUBU/s1600-h/4th6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355457093975989426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJn2kBI3LI/AAAAAAAAAec/SOUQqKURUBU/s320/4th6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Annalyn wanted to eat the snaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJnyY8ifyI/AAAAAAAAAeU/b1QrJe0ZZuo/s1600-h/4th7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355457022284431138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJnyY8ifyI/AAAAAAAAAeU/b1QrJe0ZZuo/s320/4th7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goobers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJnugLeAxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/6a0Z3T29Jcg/s1600-h/4th8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355456955506623250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJnugLeAxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/6a0Z3T29Jcg/s320/4th8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; About 2 minutes after this picture she put the bowl on her head and turned her hair white with cheesecake filling.  She loved every second of t!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJnp4Hs7EI/AAAAAAAAAeE/RoobC1Zi4rc/s1600-h/4th9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355456876033928258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJnp4Hs7EI/AAAAAAAAAeE/RoobC1Zi4rc/s320/4th9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jadalie was singing "We are the champions" with her sparklers. Jazz got a silly video of it on her phone but it is too long to send:(  Her sparklers went out before it was over so she freaked out and yelled "NO MORE CHAMPIONS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJnkc56g_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/Kc4YUc8c5FM/s1600-h/4th10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355456782828995570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJnkc56g_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/Kc4YUc8c5FM/s320/4th10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day David came over to see the girls for a few hours.  I can't even tell you how happy Jadalie was.  She didn't want to let him go for a second.  She was so sad when he left.  She told him "I don't want to miss my daddy." :(  She also said "I don't want my daddy to stole me."  That is what she says instead of leave of left:)  Jazz did a good job of distracting her when he actually left.  Bobby an Jazz are the greatest kids ever.  They have been so AMAZING to my girls.  They take them out to jump on the tramp for 2 minutes and then haul them in and then right back out as soon as they want to jump again.  They help them play, eat and with just about everything the girls want to do.  I could not ask for better family members than the ones I have!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJnfgWa7kI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0qmwcwkQ2sA/s1600-h/4th11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355456697854520898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJnfgWa7kI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0qmwcwkQ2sA/s320/4th11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Faithers and Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJnaTwhE2I/AAAAAAAAAds/CasUbUC-scA/s1600-h/4th12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355456608574968674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJnaTwhE2I/AAAAAAAAAds/CasUbUC-scA/s320/4th12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jadalie doing the thing she loves most in this world....rock-a-bying with her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all our weekend was a good one.  Hope yours was too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-5307756425100297047?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/5307756425100297047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=5307756425100297047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5307756425100297047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5307756425100297047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-4th-of-july.html' title='Our 4th of July'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SlJoMHJ1FKI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qD0Xc835wOU/s72-c/4th1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-6540294555864286595</id><published>2009-07-04T12:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:19:15.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/Sk-bj5Gp4SI/AAAAAAAAAdk/kYIBsOgK02E/s1600-h/1stzuc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354669522893267234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/Sk-bj5Gp4SI/AAAAAAAAAdk/kYIBsOgK02E/s320/1stzuc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is going to be a wonderful zucchini someday!  As you can see I have not weeded my garden in some time.  At the end of the day, after working and being with my girls I just don't have the energy to get out there.  I have done a little and my sister came over too to help.  You can now see my corn:)    The weeds are as tall as Jadalie in some places:(    I have been able to eat here and there and sleep is coming easier so watch out you pesky weeds, I'm coming to getcha!!!  I am going to try and take a few pictures of the girls today in their semi patriotic clothes.  I tried:)  Anyway, I had better get them in the tub and ready for the day since it's just after noon!!!  I hope everyone has a wonderful 4th!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-6540294555864286595?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/6540294555864286595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=6540294555864286595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6540294555864286595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6540294555864286595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah.html' title='Yeah!!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/Sk-bj5Gp4SI/AAAAAAAAAdk/kYIBsOgK02E/s72-c/1stzuc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-1905459773300373476</id><published>2009-06-24T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:01:37.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter sweet</title><content type='html'>This might suck for the people reading it so beware.  My life is completely upside down right now.  I will spare the details even thought David wants them out there so that the truth is known.  Bottom line... I am getting a divorce.  David wants the truth out because the way he let me know we were over, left people thinking things he denies.  (Anyone watch Jon and Kate plus 8??)  Yes, David did cheat on me but he swears not to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;full&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; extent.  He has decided to leave me and his little girls to try things with Carrie again.  For those who don't know who she is, that is Faith's mom.  No, I didn't see it coming.  No, I would have never guessed and no, I do not want this to happen.  We were having problems and had agreed to separate so we could work things out without the constant tension but he had already begun their relationship so it was over long before I knew.  I DO NOT want anyone to have bad feelings toward him or say anything negative about him. As stupid as it sounds I am still in love with him and it hurts me to hear those things.  I think he is making a mistake and he has ruined so many things for me but I will always love him.  Yeah, I know....stupid!   He is doing a good job about seeing or calling my girls and so far is agreeing to be very fair as far as our debts go.(most of which is in my name)  I can only pray that he will continue to do those things as it is in the best interest of our children.  Hmm so much for sparing details:) Anyway..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the sweet part of this bitter post.....drum roll please.....In about 12 hours from now I will be at the Billings Temple receiving my endowments.  Jessica will be my escort.  I wanted LInda there but I thought it would be fun to surprise her.  She just thinks she is going to Billings with me to get away so if you see this as soon as it posts, don't tell!!!  I am so confused with everything happening right now it is hard to focus on tomorrow but I am so excited.  I have turned around a lot of things in my life for this.  Not that I was really all that bad but I have made a lot of progress.  I still have suuuuuch a long way to go but I am on the right track.  I know this is the right thing to do and I need it right now more than ever.  I need to be a strong example for my daughters and that terrifies me.  I am so afraid of failing them.  I have a strong testimony of the gospel.  I know that my savior lives and cares for me.  This whole experience raised a lot of questions in my mind but my faith never faltered.  In the same breath of asking "why" I knew there was a reason and someday I would know.  I keep praying to realize what I am supposed to learn.  I have so much support and have been given a lot of advice from people who have been in my shoes.  There is something I need to learn and we all knew there would be trials and pain in this life and we all decided to do it because we knew what was waiting for us should we stay worthy.  Hmm I think I did a good job of listening to peoples advice(Wendy and Jason):) I can't thank Raichel and Jessica enough for all they have put up with in the last 10 days.  There are so many others who are there for me, Milisa, Jon and Linda, My parents, pretty much everyone from both sides of our familes etc., but those two were with me constantly either at work or at my house.(not to detract from the support of the others)  I am so grateful to have people in my life who care about me and will be there to get me back on my feet.  I know going to the temple tommorrow will bring so much peace into my life right now and I need that more than anything.  Please pray for ALL of us that things will work out as smoothly as possible.  I am going to need a lot of help from my Heavenly Father during all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this didn't freak anyone out and just remember...I will survive, and I am headed in the right direction:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-1905459773300373476?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/1905459773300373476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=1905459773300373476' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1905459773300373476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1905459773300373476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/06/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter sweet'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-1113055410459059501</id><published>2009-06-04T13:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:48:08.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops! I forgot.</title><content type='html'>Sorry!! It has been so long since I have been able to blog I almost forgot that I CAN!!  Update- My mom is doing better, she had another heart attack the other day and had to go &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt; and have another stent put in.  That makes two stents and a triple bypass now.  Hmmm bioninc woman ring a bell? Anyways, she is home again and doing fine.  Thanks you for your prayers and concern...I &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; it helped!!!  Not much else has happened in our boring lives.  Faith is with us for a few weeks and then she will go back for a bit and then with us again for a while.  We sure love having her here.  Jadalie is sounding more and more like a "big kid" it's crazy.  I ask her if she wants things and she says, "Yeah, sure." like she is 15!!  She told me the other day that she is complicated.  I have no idea what that meant.....guess she's right:)  When she gets sent to her room for crying and throwing a fit, she will come out with a cheesy grin and say, "I'm smilin' and happier!" alll through clenched teeth.  Too cute.  Annalyn has figured out how to throw a fit. Great!  It's still cute.  She makes me smile all the time, even when she is naughty.  She is the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kid to put to bed.  You lay her in her crib and it's lights out.  That is one of those things you NEVER take for granted and are thankful for each and every night.  Hmmm thats about it. I will try to get new posts up at least three times a week from now on, promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. There are some blogs I can't get into anymore since I switched my info back to our normal email and all of that.  So if you are private and would still like to let me peek into your life....umm well I don't know what it is exactly you do to allow me access......but please do it ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-1113055410459059501?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/1113055410459059501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=1113055410459059501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1113055410459059501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1113055410459059501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/06/whoops-i-forgot.html' title='Whoops! I forgot.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-5870580817946538031</id><published>2009-05-16T08:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:02:42.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!!</title><content type='html'>YEAH!!!!!  I am back!!!  I know it's not a good way to say hi but... my mom is having a triple bypass heart surgery today so please keep her in your prayers!!! Thanks!  I will have better updates later but with the surgery and all I'm a bit preoccupied.  I look forward to checking all of your blogs out and catching up, it been months now:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-5870580817946538031?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/5870580817946538031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=5870580817946538031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5870580817946538031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5870580817946538031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-6006425923705708354</id><published>2009-03-16T16:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:51:54.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Most people probably know already but David was laid off today so we are shutting off our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and home phone.  We hope it is VERY temporary but who know!!!  I know Jess will let me use hers as she has already told me so and there is always the library!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, wish is luck and I hope to post sooner rather than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-6006425923705708354?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/6006425923705708354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=6006425923705708354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6006425923705708354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6006425923705708354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/03/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-7044892868837148636</id><published>2009-03-11T17:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:16:30.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadalie says...</title><content type='html'>So we are watching HSM3(imagine that) and Jadalie is dancing and singing and she has a bit of a runny nose and she comes over to me, sucking and sniffling and syas, "ugh, my boogers want out!"  It was soooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We went to HSM on ice in billings this past weekend and I promise to find the time to post about that later!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Weight Watchers....dum dum duuuuum :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-7044892868837148636?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/7044892868837148636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=7044892868837148636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7044892868837148636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7044892868837148636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/03/jadalie-says.html' title='Jadalie says...'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-3968058843616589210</id><published>2009-03-08T15:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:46:03.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Did anyone notice that both times I spelled guesses in my last post I used Qs?  Yeah, I'm dumb:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-3968058843616589210?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/3968058843616589210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=3968058843616589210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/3968058843616589210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/3968058843616589210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-1892085164619618356</id><published>2009-03-06T19:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:07:25.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quess who this is(this might become an ongoing game)</title><content type='html'>So I was just looking at old yearbooks online and I came across this picture.  Any quesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SbHWjlKD4uI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fPp7830Bmg4/s1600-h/momHS1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310261342404600546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SbHWjlKD4uI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fPp7830Bmg4/s320/momHS1.bmp" /&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/5181348622609783683-1892085164619618356?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/1892085164619618356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=1892085164619618356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1892085164619618356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1892085164619618356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/03/quess-who-this-isthis-might-become.html' title='Quess who this is(this might become an ongoing game)'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SbHWjlKD4uI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fPp7830Bmg4/s72-c/momHS1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-7445896407868428265</id><published>2009-02-21T15:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:41:00.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadalie's Party</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh, this kid got A LOT of stuff! It was like Christmas! She is soooo cute. Everytime I would ask her what she got she would say, "Wait a minute, til I get the paper off!" Snot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SaCAwj1ifMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pgYQRoh1bRk/s1600-h/Jadalieb-day+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305381932784319682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SaCAwj1ifMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pgYQRoh1bRk/s320/Jadalieb-day+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is in her HSM cheerleader outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SaCAovzUvOI/AAAAAAAAAc0/tvrpZDmOo9E/s1600-h/Jadalieb-day+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305381798557301986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SaCAovzUvOI/AAAAAAAAAc0/tvrpZDmOo9E/s320/Jadalieb-day+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now for the maybe I shouldn't have. These are supposed to be microphone cupcakes to go with the semi-HSM theme we were trying. Yea, it didn't work so well. I didn't go all out and get plates and all of that due to financial woes but it was kinda supposed to be like that. We put the movie on at the end and let her dance around with her pom-poms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SaCAg-7GLkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/1tHaiTyG1DQ/s1600-h/Jadalieb-day+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305381665177480770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SaCAg-7GLkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/1tHaiTyG1DQ/s320/Jadalieb-day+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started with normal cupcakes first as that is how I thought they were made. Good thing I had mini pans!!!! So this is what I did with the big ones. Not all that creative but hey, she's 3. I had better start stepping it up!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I just now realized that looks like she is not #1 or 2 , but 3.....not 3 years old ha ha ha ha:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-7445896407868428265?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/7445896407868428265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=7445896407868428265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7445896407868428265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7445896407868428265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/02/jadalies-party.html' title='Jadalie&apos;s Party'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SaCAwj1ifMI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pgYQRoh1bRk/s72-c/Jadalieb-day+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-7252085469784738384</id><published>2009-02-20T23:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:39:41.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadalie is 3!!!</title><content type='html'>Here I am at 11:30 at night finally getting around to posting that my big girl turned 3 today.  In my defense, her party isn't until tomorrow.  I just barely finished getting her cupcakes all done.  I got off work at 6 and then we went to guess where.....China Town!!! I knew no one could have guessed:)  My Wicks parents met us there and ate with us as they won't be able to make it to the party due to work.  Then we did a lil shopping for party stuff and headed home.  I should be sleeping right now but I felt guilty not posting about lil miss LeeLee and her special day, even if it is almost over:(   Stay tuned for the sequel to "Sometimes you shouldn't"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-7252085469784738384?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/7252085469784738384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=7252085469784738384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7252085469784738384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7252085469784738384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/02/jadalie-is-3.html' title='Jadalie is 3!!!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-1398561440087294638</id><published>2009-02-19T18:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:51:00.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wonder if you shouldn't have?</title><content type='html'>The title says it all.  I was tired of ALWAYS having to put Nani's hair up in a pony or clips so I thought I would just cut the "bangs".  It is actually the hair from the top, back part of her head that grows forward into her eyes.  I thought if I just cut that it would be fine.  The sides look so weird now.  She has these....wing things that flip out and with the other "polished" hair in the front it looks a bit odd.  These are fuzzy pictures from my phone but it gives the general idea.  You can't really see it but her hair goes all the way to the tip of her nose.  It is a little snarled in the picture so it is clumped up at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SZ4LCwneAFI/AAAAAAAAAck/kPpWsuMSVYw/s1600-h/nanibangs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304689553127112786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SZ4LCwneAFI/AAAAAAAAAck/kPpWsuMSVYw/s320/nanibangs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SZ4K-xLps0I/AAAAAAAAAcc/-hViY3EebRM/s1600-h/naninobangs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304689484559397698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SZ4K-xLps0I/AAAAAAAAAcc/-hViY3EebRM/s320/naninobangs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know.... what do you think?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(that means anyone reading this, wether you know me or not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/5181348622609783683-1398561440087294638?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/1398561440087294638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=1398561440087294638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1398561440087294638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1398561440087294638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/02/ever-wonder-if-you-shouldnt-have.html' title='Ever wonder if you shouldn&apos;t have?'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SZ4LCwneAFI/AAAAAAAAAck/kPpWsuMSVYw/s72-c/nanibangs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-8310080498876503266</id><published>2009-02-07T13:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:29:24.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Turn down volume!!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I got a little tooooo excited about Annalyn and I got really loud so consider yourself warned! Nani has been taking one or two steps lately with the help of bribery of course. We were trying to get just those couple little steps and she gave us way more than we were expecting. Like I said I got excited:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b8edabfbe011d9d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8edabfbe011d9d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860873%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DE9CB22AFA74D3B3AFBF8C421BFF03FA924A3B2.2572BE3396ED0FE4E9B6CD7A56A454D814F8F66D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8edabfbe011d9d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzGMA_ID3JhUyg_-kgLnm1VmjP_c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8edabfbe011d9d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860873%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DE9CB22AFA74D3B3AFBF8C421BFF03FA924A3B2.2572BE3396ED0FE4E9B6CD7A56A454D814F8F66D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8edabfbe011d9d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzGMA_ID3JhUyg_-kgLnm1VmjP_c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now we can get her to over and over again. Guess all she needed was to know that she could do it. Oh, the messes she is going to make;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-8310080498876503266?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b8edabfbe011d9d7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/8310080498876503266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=8310080498876503266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/8310080498876503266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/8310080498876503266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/02/warning-turn-down-volume.html' title='Warning: Turn down volume!!! :)'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-6775100006300082540</id><published>2009-02-04T21:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:33:14.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watchers</title><content type='html'>So I went to my second Weight Watchers meeting tonight, ya know, the one where you see if you have made any progress.  I was a little nervous.  I have been tracking very well and making good choices and only cheated today with birthday cake we had for one of the electricians doing the remodel at the store.  Boy did I bomb on that.  It was soooo good!  Anyway, at the weigh in I weighed exactly 2 pounds less.  I lost 2 whole pounds.  There is like a package of hamburger less on my body!!!  I am so excited!!! I really like that I lost what is recommended.  I sure would have liked to hear 5 or so but then I would have been sad the next time if it was only 1 or 2.  I am even ok if I stay the same here and there but no more of this gaining crap!!!  Tithing, Weight Watchers, I am on my way to a better me! Look out temple here I come!(hopefully soon anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry if that sounds like a "Whoo hoo for me, I am awesome!!!" post. I am just happy... and a bit lighter;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-6775100006300082540?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/6775100006300082540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=6775100006300082540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6775100006300082540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6775100006300082540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/02/weight-watchers.html' title='Weight Watchers'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-7078574740956054803</id><published>2009-01-31T09:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:50:19.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My great week!</title><content type='html'>This past week was great!!!  Tuesday was my birthday so we started the celebrating on Sunday.  I hate the way that just sounded, like whoo hoo it's all about me.  Anyway,  Linda made a wonderful turkey dinner.  Yummy stuffing, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, need I go on?  It was soooooo good.  Milisa gave me the most perfectly colored digital camera!!  It is the same color as my phone.  I need to get a card for it and then the picture taking is on!!!  I got a gift card to Pamida from Jon and Linda, yea David can't steal it from me!!!!j/k On Monday I made homemade chicken noodle soup over mashed potatoes.  Mmmm.  We had the Marchants, the Shanors including Emily, and Milisa over.  I thought it would be a good idea to try and cut the tip of my thumb off:)  It didn't hurt except for the initial cut but I almost passed out twice.  How stupid is that.  Once on the couch(well on the way I guess) and then in the kitchen when Jon was looking at it.  DUMB!!  It barely bled because I smashed the "flap" back down as soon as I did it so it wasn't the sight of my own blood or pain so who knows!!!  Jon said it needed stitches so maybe it was the thought of needles being poked in for anesthetic and then the suture part.  It hurts now more than then because I can not stop bumping it or snagging it and opening it again.  Oh well, it will heal.(with out the stitches, since no way in heck was I going, I am a weeny sp?)  My parents(Shanors) got me two flash lights, one of which is a crank one so no batteries!, and one of those oil things with the sticks coming out that smell good.(I can't for the life of me remember what they are called so if I remember I will come back and erase this:))  So on to Tuesday.  David asked his mom to watch the girls and took me to, drum roll please......CHINA TOWN!!!  I love that place.  We got there at the most perfect time.  Everything was fresh and full and delicious! I also got sooo many flowers and balloons from, David, Jess, Carrie,and Teresa.  Kristie cooked some yummy things for me and Brandie gave me cookies and milk! On Wednesday Raichel wanted to take me to dinner, just me and her, since my husband took my on my actual birthday.  Guess where we went!  Haha, that's right.  I can not get enough of that place.  Oh wait, first I joined Weight Watchers.  Guess I blew that right away!!  I planned on starting today(Sat) since I had meals all planned out and it was a hectic week but I started yesterday anyway!  On Thursday we had meeting in Cody at 2 so we didn't get home from work until 5:30 so McDonalds it was.(See why I wanted to start today)  And yesterday I went visiting teaching so I made the chili I had planned on.  We had the Rusch family over for that.  What a great week.  Now starts the weigh losing phase of my life.  This year I plan on being 25 and skinny.  Scratch that....25 and thin.  I think I would look weird if I was skinny;)  Like a short P  ha ha. Those are the first thing to go away on some women but not me:(  They could be a little smaller if I had it my way!  Anyway, that huge post is all for now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-7078574740956054803?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/7078574740956054803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=7078574740956054803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7078574740956054803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7078574740956054803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-great-week.html' title='My great week!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-6363304532025583036</id><published>2009-01-28T17:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:27:17.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another stolen thing from another blog</title><content type='html'>I found this on another blog and wanted to post it too because it made be laugh. I was born in 84 but I actually did the Cartlon dance(read it and you will get it) today at work. Seriously!!!!! It is recorded on the Maverik cameras!! No number 20 on this one.&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU GREW UP IN THE 80's if...&lt;br /&gt;1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCH!".&lt;br /&gt;2. You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and can do the Carlton dance&lt;br /&gt;3. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom&lt;br /&gt;4. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock"&lt;br /&gt;5. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;6. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.&lt;br /&gt;7. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;br /&gt;8. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.&lt;br /&gt;9. You played the game "MASH"(Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)&lt;br /&gt;10. You wore stonewashed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;11. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF"&lt;br /&gt;12. You wanted to be a Goonie.&lt;br /&gt;13. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (some of us...head-to-toe)&lt;br /&gt;14. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted.&lt;br /&gt;15. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.&lt;br /&gt;16. You took lunch boxes to school...and traded Garbage Pailkids in the schoolyard.&lt;br /&gt;17. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;18. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.&lt;br /&gt;19. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;21. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;22. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?"&lt;br /&gt;23. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up"&lt;br /&gt;24. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.&lt;br /&gt;25. You have ever played with a Skip-It.&lt;br /&gt;26. You remember boom boxes and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that.&lt;br /&gt;27. You remember watching both Gremlins movies.&lt;br /&gt;28. You thought Doogie Howser/Samantha Micelli was hot.&lt;br /&gt;29. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.&lt;br /&gt;30. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool...and don't even flinch when people refer to them as "NKOTB"&lt;br /&gt;31. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell," The ORIGINAL class.&lt;br /&gt;32. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THROUGH THE HEART.&lt;br /&gt;33. You just sang those words to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;34. You still sing "We are the World"&lt;br /&gt;35. You tight rolled your jeans.&lt;br /&gt;36. You owned a banana clip.&lt;br /&gt;37. You remember "Where's the Beef?"&lt;br /&gt;38. You used to (and probably still do) say "What you talkin' 'bout Willis?"&lt;br /&gt;39. You're still singing shot through the heart in your head, aren't you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too funny!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-6363304532025583036?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/6363304532025583036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=6363304532025583036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6363304532025583036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6363304532025583036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-stolen-thing-from-another-blog.html' title='Another stolen thing from another blog'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-154604799392029943</id><published>2009-01-26T21:11:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:34:47.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith's turn</title><content type='html'>Little miss Faith turned 8 yesterday.  We don't get to celebrate until this weekend but, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!  It is hard for me to remember that she was a few months younger than Jadalie is when I first met her.  She was so quiet, yet so devious.  ALL that know her knows she has a wild naughty streak that defies all reason.  She can be so sweet all at the same time.  She loves her sisters and they love her.  All of them.(She has a couple on her mom's side too.)  She loves to brag them up and tell everyone the new things they learned.  She likes church and will hopefully choose to be baptized soon, but for now she is a little scared.  We are planning a bowling party for her, but no time or anything yet since we never know how the weather is going to be and if we can get up the mountain to get her.  Any way here are some pics of her that are very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SX6L8t71yuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/AjZDrYJyHlg/s1600-h/annalynjumper+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295824087073278690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SX6L8t71yuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/AjZDrYJyHlg/s320/annalynjumper+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She kinda looks like she is glowing in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SX6K2TZITRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xd-JeLdrmuw/s1600-h/9+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295822877357526290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SX6K2TZITRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xd-JeLdrmuw/s320/9+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was her first time participating in a primary program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SX6KpDMqPuI/AAAAAAAAAb8/sNdCcD7rlag/s1600-h/6+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295822649671958242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SX6KpDMqPuI/AAAAAAAAAb8/sNdCcD7rlag/s320/6+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Covergirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SX6KfB9lk5I/AAAAAAAAAb0/0YMbsnrDRIY/s1600-h/5+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295822477541610386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SX6KfB9lk5I/AAAAAAAAAb0/0YMbsnrDRIY/s320/5+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is getting so big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SX6KGEktBPI/AAAAAAAAAbs/pXYsU0QEGJk/s1600-h/1st+bunch+of+pics+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295822048745817330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SX6KGEktBPI/AAAAAAAAAbs/pXYsU0QEGJk/s320/1st+bunch+of+pics+133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was at her birthday party last year.  Chuck E. Cheese baby!! Hmm, why does she look like she just stole someone's tokens?!? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SX6Jw2EnmzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/R8sZb3zAMLE/s1600-h/1st+bunch+of+pics+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295821684075895602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SX6Jw2EnmzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/R8sZb3zAMLE/s320/1st+bunch+of+pics+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was almost two years ago!!!  She had just lost her second tooth.  Raichel pulled it out if I remember right.  Just reached in and plucked it out.  The first one we tied to her tooth, then to the phone, and had her drop the phone off of her top bunk.  That was funny to watch!&lt;br /&gt;  Well there is Faith's picture post/Happy birthday announcement(even if it was a day late)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love her and are glad to have in in our lives, she sure makes things interesting!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-154604799392029943?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/154604799392029943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=154604799392029943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/154604799392029943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/154604799392029943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/01/faiths-turn.html' title='Faith&apos;s turn'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SX6L8t71yuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/AjZDrYJyHlg/s72-c/annalynjumper+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-6221676590586715894</id><published>2009-01-23T20:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:37:17.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nani's pics</title><content type='html'>I didn't forget this time!!!  Since we lost the card for the camera a long time ago Nani doesn't seem to have as many pictures as Jadalie.(She was my first so she has like 20 a day for the first year)  It only holds 19 I think now so I have to get them on the computer ALL THE TIME!  Soon enough David said he would buy me a nice one.  I might need to hit some people up on how to use it I bet!  He said he would get me one for my birthday but I really want a Weight watchers membership thing instead.  He said ok but he is still going to get the camera cuz that's not a a fair trade.  Maybe if this works I might want to be IN some pictures!!  Any way here are some Annalyn pictures I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXqGVOJ7hKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/R8L8u6kv5ts/s1600-h/fuzzy-russian+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294692011062559906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXqGVOJ7hKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/R8L8u6kv5ts/s320/fuzzy-russian+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a fondness for fuzzy-russians :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXqF4w5xbXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/9AhQbpl-f2E/s1600-h/Annalyn(chipmunk).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294691522173824370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXqF4w5xbXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/9AhQbpl-f2E/s320/Annalyn(chipmunk).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the day after she was born I think.  I gave her the pacifier even though they advise against it if you are breastfeeding.  She had low blood sugar so she needed poked A LOT.  every time she got poked she would scream and cry, wasting the little energy she had and dropping her blood sugar.(That is what a nurse told me)  I gave it to her cuz sucking of course calms them and she stopped crying almost immediately after being poked as long as it was in her mouth.  I think she looks like a hungry little chipmunk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXqFm16kiMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/lGgGiQEIu7U/s1600-h/052308_14241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294691214281705666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXqFm16kiMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/lGgGiQEIu7U/s320/052308_14241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of her first little smiles.  She very muchly(I don't think thats a word...it is now!) likes to stick out her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXqFUJ8p_eI/AAAAAAAAAbE/OUz5oW7i9wc/s1600-h/annalynjumper+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294690893241646562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXqFUJ8p_eI/AAAAAAAAAbE/OUz5oW7i9wc/s320/annalynjumper+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved when she first caught onto the fact that she could go for things she liked.  She always has a look of sheer determination.  I hope she never loses that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-6221676590586715894?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/6221676590586715894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=6221676590586715894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6221676590586715894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6221676590586715894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/01/nanis-pics.html' title='Nani&apos;s pics'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXqGVOJ7hKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/R8L8u6kv5ts/s72-c/fuzzy-russian+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-7278762283553015225</id><published>2009-01-22T16:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:47:52.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby tag</title><content type='html'>I have seen this on a few other blogs including Kara's and decided to do it, even if there is no number 25:) I should also let you know that David and I have a baby who is with her Heavenly Father waiting for us so there will be three for a while! Of all the things people said to help my through that, Frank Wilkerson made it all ok by telling me that that little baby was so perfect that once she got her body Heavenly Father needed her right back. (We don't know what the sex was actually because it was too early but we just assumed, although we do joke that that was probably our only boy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kjbischoff.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-tag.html"&gt;Baby Tag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Where were you when you first found out you were pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;#1- Bathroom on Main Street&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- also bathroom on Main&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- bathroom on Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Who was with you?&lt;br /&gt;#1- Me, David was in the living room&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- Raichel barged in before my pants were even up!!! She really wanted to know and thought I was going to look first.&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn-Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- How did you find out that you were pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;#1 took a hometest the day of my missed period I think&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- Took 5 tests at home(the first 4 were negative but I new I was)&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- home test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- What was your first reaction to finding out you were pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;#1- So excited I couldn't stand it&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- EXTREMELY UPSET! I was bawling sp? and Rai thought I was just happy but I was freaking out since we had just lost #1 and I new the stats for it happening again since it was so soon.(I even yelled at her a little bit, Sorry sis!)&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- Happy but a little nervous as we had just bought our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Your Husbands reaction?&lt;br /&gt;Happy every single time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Who was the first person you told?&lt;br /&gt;#1- David&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- Raichel and then called David. Funny story insert- I had gone to Cody with Rai and I was going to buy yet another test. I forgot and picked one up at Blair's in Powell. I didn't know how to explain the other check since if it was negative I wasn't going to tell David. He was worried about me thinking I was when the tests said no. I think he thought I was losing it.(I was a bit) So I found something from Walmart that was the same price as my cover-up:) I just threw out the receipt. I know...devious. So anyway, when I called to tell him I took a test he asked me why I kept doing that and I was crying and yelled at him that I was f****** pregnant. He was sooo excited that he told Adrin Mayes right then. I yelled at him for that too. I was too nervous for many people to know. So that just ended on NOT a happy note but it is funny now that everything is fine!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- I kinda think it might have been Jessica but I'm pretty sure it was David(We let Abby(Jessica's oldest daughter) tell everyone else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-Did you plan to get pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;#1 Yes&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- kinda, we were going to wait til January but we had planned #1 and Jadalie came so fast after we lost #1(9 days according to the first ultrasound, so ALWAYS be careful:)) that....well....sorta, I guess&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- Kinda again, we were trying and one day we went to the bank to see what we could be preapproved for for a house, just kinda checking things out and were suprised by the amount. We checked around on a few houses, mostly just looking and then found the house we wanted and decided to go for it. We also at that time decided to put the baby making on hold until things settled down and the house stufff was squared away. Ha ha too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-Was everybody happy for you?&lt;br /&gt;#1 yep even though I had always said I didn't want kids.(David changed that, Thanks Dave!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- yes&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Did you go out and celebrate?&lt;br /&gt;#1- Nope&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie-Nope&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn-Kinda, we had a BBQ that day to celebrate moving into our house(That's were we let Abby announce it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Did you want to find out the sex?&lt;br /&gt;#1- had planned on it&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn-You bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-Did anyone throw you a baby shower?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- Yes&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- If yes, who?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- Arie&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- Did you get any outfits at the baby shower that you just knew you weren't going to put on your baby?&lt;br /&gt;not really, that I can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- How much weight did you gain?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie-30lbs&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn-15 in the end, I was sick so I lost a bunch in the beginning and then gained it back and then the 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16- Did you loose all of the weight that you gained?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- yep in the first week and a half(I found every ounce of it before concieving Nani)&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn-yep even though I started out so much fatter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17- Did you get a lot of stretch marks?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- Oh my heck yes&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- I don't think anymore could have fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18- What did you crave the most?&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have cravings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19- Did you crave anything crazy?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20- Who or what got on your nerves the most?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie-Horror birth stories, seriously...first time moms are freaked out enough. And the fact that people think pregnant women are all of the sudden handicapped and can do NOTHING. Give me a break.(Don't get me wrong, it is very thoughtful but it was very frustrating for me as someone who tries to be very self reliant)&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- David :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21- Were you married at the time?&lt;br /&gt;Yeppers, with all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22- Did you have any complications during your pregnancy?&lt;br /&gt;None besides losing one but I don't know if that qualifies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23- Where were you when you went into labor?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- home, I had to go to Maverik and ask Jess and Mary if I really was though cuz I didn't know what to expect ha ha ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24- Did your water break?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie-nope&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn-yes, luckily I was alredy at the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26- Did you go early or late?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- early 8 days&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- early 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27- Who was in the room with you when you gave birth?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- David, Dr. Spomer, Sharae Bischoff(nurse), student nurse I think was all&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- David, Rai, Dr. Spomer, 2 nurses I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28- Was it video taped?&lt;br /&gt;No, even though Raichel thought it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29- Did you have any drugs for the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me?!? Of course! I was an epidural when I stub my toe!&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie-Spinal that worked for the transition part and then wore off for the delivery&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- Epidural that I got during the hard, fast transition contractions that lasted beautifully through the whole thing. I was even laughing during the pushing phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-Did you go vaginal or have a c-section?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie-vaginally&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn-Vaginally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31- What was your first reaction after giving birth?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- kinda didn't really feel too real and very much glad it was over&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- very relaxed since it was, in the end, easier and it wasn't my first ball game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32- How big was the baby(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- 7lbs 15 oz&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- 7lbs 5oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33- Did your Husband cry?&lt;br /&gt;Probably, he cries at commercials sometimes. He has a heart like his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34- What did you name the baby(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie Anne Marchant&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn Rai MArchant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35-Did the name have any significance to you?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie was a mix of a name in a dream(Jalie) and a little girl in town(Jada) and Anne is my, my mother's, and my grandmother's middle names&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn I heard on t.v. and Rai is from my sister Raichel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36-Does the baby's name fit?&lt;br /&gt;Their names don't really have meanings so I guess not, but they sure don't look like Jennies or Davids, well kinda they do ha ha ha. We had their names before they were conceived and born respectively so we could never see them as anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37- Did the baby(s) have any complications?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- Perfectly healthy&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- had low blood sugar and was stabbed repeatedly and she was jaundiced, just barely on the good side of having to be under the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38- How old is your baby today?&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie- Will be 3 on the 20th of next month&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn- 9 months and 4 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40- If you could would you do it all over again?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, ha ha just kidding. Who would ever say no?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-7278762283553015225?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/7278762283553015225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=7278762283553015225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7278762283553015225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7278762283553015225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-tag.html' title='Baby tag'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-5456922880275139294</id><published>2009-01-20T17:33:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:22:45.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No camera, favorite pics of Jadalie</title><content type='html'>So since my camera is out of commission, I thought I would post some pictures of each kid.  I promise to do better with this than I did with the morph thing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have really cute ones from when Jadalie was little but they are all on discs and if I got into those I would never find the time to post.  So here are some from off of the computer:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZx8oIViXI/AAAAAAAAAac/hEDzf_bsuiw/s1600-h/annalynjumper+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293543698399070578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZx8oIViXI/AAAAAAAAAac/hEDzf_bsuiw/s320/annalynjumper+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks like she is giving the princess wave after a piano recital!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZxWDVYqwI/AAAAAAAAAaU/141-bm5enTQ/s1600-h/7+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293543035686660866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZxWDVYqwI/AAAAAAAAAaU/141-bm5enTQ/s320/7+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not too often that we get a good smile from her that gets caught on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZxFRz3KcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sX-CnW80d-A/s1600-h/4+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293542747514808770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZxFRz3KcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sX-CnW80d-A/s320/4+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovin' our "crop" (she doesn't even like them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZw30zcjuI/AAAAAAAAAaE/cIIuCyarLgM/s1600-h/3rd+bunch+of+pics+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293542516390137570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZw30zcjuI/AAAAAAAAAaE/cIIuCyarLgM/s320/3rd+bunch+of+pics+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lookin' good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZwbtZf2cI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/BYD-z_lQuo4/s1600-h/3+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293542033365916098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZwbtZf2cI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/BYD-z_lQuo4/s320/3+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just plain ol' cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZviUbnINI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/3a3NhfjLgYs/s1600-h/2+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293541047411351762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZviUbnINI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/3a3NhfjLgYs/s320/2+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not dealing so well with the new baby:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She would find a paci, get in, and fake cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZvLpAmsuI/AAAAAAAAAZs/PDLbRZ1AvdI/s1600-h/1st+bunch+of+pics+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293540657798230754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZvLpAmsuI/AAAAAAAAAZs/PDLbRZ1AvdI/s320/1st+bunch+of+pics+184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you enlarge this one you can see how green her eyes used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZuxtOEFZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/HzarHB7lWA4/s1600-h/1st+bunch+of+pics+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293540212251825554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZuxtOEFZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/HzarHB7lWA4/s320/1st+bunch+of+pics+080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was soo little when we bought our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZucy4WiGI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VeQYTqFdjnw/s1600-h/1st+bunch+of+pics+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293539852994119778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZucy4WiGI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VeQYTqFdjnw/s320/1st+bunch+of+pics+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was her, as coined by Abby, "hilly-billy teeth" phase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't get her first tooth until she was 13 months old.  We thought she got her fangs first like I did but it was actually her... next to middle front teeth.  I have no idea what they are called.  We assumed they were her fangs because of the big gap but she just got HUGE front teeth.  Well 1, her other front one didn't come in for a long time hence, Hilly-billy teeth:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZuA-mGZsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PewOd9QVXgg/s1600-h/babies-in-swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293539375102453442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZuA-mGZsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PewOd9QVXgg/s320/babies-in-swing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This will be one of my favorties forever.  This is Jadalie and Damon Summa when they were 6 or 7 months old.  These two have lots of pictures together as Tiffany is one of my closest friends and we seem to get pregnant at the same time, ha ha that sounds naughty;)  Her boys were actually due a month after my girls each time. Donavin came 7 weeks early so they didn't come out that way!!!  Anyway check out the mohawk Jadalie used to rock, and those chubby cheeks, and roly-poly arms(her legs were that way too)!! Sooooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-5456922880275139294?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/5456922880275139294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=5456922880275139294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5456922880275139294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5456922880275139294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-camera-favorite-pics-of-jadalie.html' title='No camera, favorite pics of Jadalie'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SXZx8oIViXI/AAAAAAAAAac/hEDzf_bsuiw/s72-c/annalynjumper+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-44051911833563785</id><published>2009-01-16T20:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:24:29.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadalie Says....</title><content type='html'>So I have been trying to teach Jadalie some, hopefully, not yet necessary, information.  She has been learning: her full name, my name, David's name, the town she lives in(she goes to daycare in Byron so who knows, she might need to know!), and most recently, her phone number.  I test her through out the day and she is getting really good at the names, or so I thought;)  I asked her a little bit ago what her name was. Her response," Jadalie Marchant." Of course it sounds different in Jadalese:) I asked her what her dad's name is and she tells me, "David Marchant."  "Annalyn Rai Marchant," was right as well.(No idea why her name always get the middle one included but it does)  She has a hard time with Faith, but thats a given for a 2 year old.  Sariah Faith Wagner doesn't really follow the same guidelines as the rest of us.  So I ask her what my name is and she beams a big old smile and says, "Honey Marchant."  Are you kidding me?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-44051911833563785?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/44051911833563785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=44051911833563785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/44051911833563785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/44051911833563785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/01/jadalie-says.html' title='Jadalie Says....'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-2893332662718766921</id><published>2009-01-11T16:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:31:49.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My tummy hurts.</title><content type='html'>Jadalie's new thing lately is saying that her tummy hurts.  I often hear "My tummy hurts, I need a nap." She has started having a tummy ache for everything though.  "My tummy hurts, I need a blanket." or "My tummy hurts, I need bites." or "My tummy hurts, I need a hug."  Other causes for her new found pains include.&lt;br /&gt;"My tummy hurts,...&lt;br /&gt;  *I DON'T want bites."&lt;br /&gt;  *I need a bath."&lt;br /&gt;  *I need apple juice."&lt;br /&gt;  *I need "Little Einsteins"&lt;br /&gt;  *I need my po-po(purple, which is actually Annalyn's) blanket."&lt;br /&gt;  *just because."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts for everything anymore.  Maybe she needs a specialist:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha as I'm  typing she just told me "My tummy hurts." When I asked her why she said, "I need to puke."  I asked her why she needed to puke and she told me that she was gonna puke because she needed a blanket!!!!!  Wonder what it will be next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-2893332662718766921?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/2893332662718766921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=2893332662718766921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/2893332662718766921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/2893332662718766921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-tummy-hurts.html' title='My tummy hurts.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-3107639654627319100</id><published>2009-01-02T14:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:30:16.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No X-mas pics</title><content type='html'>So on Christmas I planned on taking a few pics with the camera since I can NOT find the card a few is all we get at a time. Well I remembered to set up the video camera and was too worried about that that I forgot the normal one. I have taken pictures of the girls with a few of their gifts so I thought I would throw some of them on little by little. Yesterday I attempted that. As you can see, no pictures!!!!! Apparently David caught Nani under the computer desk sucking away in the cord. Needless to say, spit and what ever else she had in her mouth have made putting them on here impossible until we get a new one. Anyone who knows how things go in this house, can pretty much tell that there will not be any pictures for a good couple of months:( The girls made out like bandits, and I got a new wedding set as mine, well half of it, is M.I.A.:( My hands got to swollen with Annalyn so I got out of the habit of having it on so I left it on the microwave with another one and the wedding band part and the other one have been accounted for but not the pretty part:( I got David the Iron Gym. Part of both of our new years resolutions is to get in better shape. We all know how mine will go. I have NO will power or self control. Oh well good thing David likes the fatties ha ha I'm the only one he's had:) Anyway, hopefully we will do better on the others: be FULL tithe payers, David wants to make it to Priesthood meeting at least 90 percent of the times he can go, and I want to do better about preparing my lessons sooner than Saturday. There are so many other things we need to work on but I think these ones we can actually attain. Wish us luck as we try to start the new year out right!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-3107639654627319100?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/3107639654627319100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=3107639654627319100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/3107639654627319100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/3107639654627319100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-x-mas-pics.html' title='No X-mas pics'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-4708409004129077522</id><published>2008-12-19T17:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:48:28.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>So it has been QUITE a while since I posted last:) Whoops! I don't even have a good excuse. Everyone seems to send out letters at Christmas giving you a run down on their year. I love that idea but ha ha never even got around to that. Linda brought copies of the last few years worth of hers to let us read(actually from 92). I love things like that. Almost as much as looking through photo albums, even if I don't know the people. I might have done this at your house ha ha ha! any way I thought I would do that about our boring year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year started out well with David being at his new job for 4 days, he started December 28th of 07. Then we had a Chuck E. Cheese party for Faith's 8th birthday in January. I threw a baby shower for Jess on the 27th and she in turn surprised me during the shower with a party for my birthday which was that day. She is sooo sweet. February brought a Spongebob party for Jadalie's 2nd Birthday. March was uneventful if I remember right. In April we got our baby Nani. I was planning on going back to work after 4 or 5 weeks but it ended up being 7 I think. It's always good to have a physically easy job;) I think May was when we wanted to go to Utah and visit but no go on that one. So we just enjoyed the new baby, and I started this blog. In June, my sister Misti had a baby girl named Triniti. I wish we could watch her grow but she is too far away, STUPID California anyway!!!! In July David was in our friends wedding and we tore out all of our trees that lined our yard. What a mess!!! David got such a bad sunburn!!! Annalyn was blessed that month also. In August we had another Spongebob party for David the grown man:) I should have bought him a halloween costume and let him wear it on his special day;) Silly guy. Semptember brought our anniversary. 4 year!! WHOO HOO! Such a small amount of time to get married, have 2 babies, and buy a house! In october I chopped my hair off, Nani got really sick and then there was Halloween. The girls did so great, I would never have guessed it would go as smooth as it did. My good lil punkins. In November Annalyn started crawling and the little poop tries to walk already. We also made the ornaments for our tree. This month we have not really done that much as someone is sick at any given time. It either a snotty nose or the flu. I have had a cold that wont go away for weeks. Not a bad one it is hust annoying. Everyone has now had the flu. Everyone else got it last week and I got it this week:(&lt;br /&gt;Well thats our year in review! Wow, we are boring people!!! Next year it will better I promise! Well here are a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SUw3jdmIe9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/YaebgP0QKuc/s1600-h/x-mas-tree+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281657545378266066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SUw3jdmIe9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/YaebgP0QKuc/s320/x-mas-tree+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our pretty pink tree with the piles of gift that David doesn't think is enough the softy. No wonder my girlies are spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SUw3ccHKCHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/WeB9Q2uK1IQ/s1600-h/x-mas-tree+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281657424720824434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SUw3ccHKCHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/WeB9Q2uK1IQ/s320/x-mas-tree+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annalyn finally gave into the sippy cup for me ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SUw3WqMQwqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rdF_czHZhJw/s1600-h/x-mas-tree+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281657325421118114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SUw3WqMQwqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rdF_czHZhJw/s320/x-mas-tree+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jadalie LOVES popcorn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SUw3PNu6_pI/AAAAAAAAAYU/bCt2irHLrpk/s1600-h/x-mas-tree+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281657197522779794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SUw3PNu6_pI/AAAAAAAAAYU/bCt2irHLrpk/s320/x-mas-tree+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to get a shot of Annalyn's little tail! It is sooo long. She kept turning her head but you can see how long it is even snaking down her neck. Furball!&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/5181348622609783683-4708409004129077522?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/4708409004129077522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=4708409004129077522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/4708409004129077522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/4708409004129077522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/12/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SUw3jdmIe9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/YaebgP0QKuc/s72-c/x-mas-tree+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-7314654886413225309</id><published>2008-12-01T19:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:21:25.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" height="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="340" src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/videos/M/28/stqr19_321678ca0a4394e30taf19" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I saw this on Margaret's blog and I messed with this thing for hours!!!!  I got a couple that I liked and threw them on.(the otheres are on previous posts cus I didn't want to take the time to add them all on one)  Jadalie's seemed to show Oprah and Leonardo Di Caprio the most so I am going to look for different pictures to try.  This is WAAAAAAAAAY fun and there are other things too like seeing who your kids resemble more.  And to all of those who gave me permission to add you, I thank you and I will get to that another time cuz right now is my window for a shower and those with small children know how precious that is!!!!!!!!  I will get the morphs of the rest of us and add those as soon as I can!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"&gt;Celebrity Morph&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/dynasty"&gt;Dynasty&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/pedigree"&gt;Pedigree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyODE4NTc3MzI5NiZwdD*xMjI4MTg1Nzg5NDg*JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9bW9ycGgmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MiZ*PSZvPTkzMjAyZWI4ODYxZTRjNGY4MDc1OGYzNDJmN2FjYjRm.gif" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-7314654886413225309?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/7314654886413225309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=7314654886413225309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7314654886413225309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7314654886413225309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebrity-morph-by-myheritage_626.html' title='Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-5908349636849960018</id><published>2008-12-01T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:21:10.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/videos/M/28/pabc26_923898d7b94394cpybo126" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celebrities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyODE4NDQ*ODMxMiZwdD*xMjI4MTg*NDY2NzY1JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9bW9ycGgmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MiZ*PSZvPTkzMjAyZWI4ODYxZTRjNGY4MDc1OGYzNDJmN2FjYjRm.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-5908349636849960018?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/5908349636849960018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=5908349636849960018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5908349636849960018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5908349636849960018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebrity-morph-by-myheritage_01.html' title='Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-8205071458292530405</id><published>2008-12-01T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:06:04.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/videos/O/28/1y7031_250183de7943943o9yrg31" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celebrities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyODE4MzUzNTgxMiZwdD*xMjI4MTgzNTU5NjI1JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9bW9ycGgmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MiZ*PSZvPTkzMjAyZWI4ODYxZTRjNGY4MDc1OGYzNDJmN2FjYjRm.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-8205071458292530405?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/8205071458292530405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=8205071458292530405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/8205071458292530405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/8205071458292530405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebrity-morph-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-7233931662721726773</id><published>2008-11-20T17:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:16:16.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Permission please</title><content type='html'>I am asking everyone who visits my blog to give me permission to add theirs to my list.  I go to a lot of peoples blogs through others.  Does that make sense?  I have found a lot of people I know, and some who I just know of.  Anyway I go to a lot and like to see them but think it might be weird if I just put them on here so I was hoping that you all do the same thing!!!  So if you are reading this then I have probably checked yours out through Jem or Kristin or Lauren etc. and still do so please leave me a comment and let me know I'm not a freak and there are others out there that do the same thing!!!! Because if you are not already on my list then you are just like me ha ha ha!!!  I love seeing people I went to school with and their kids and how much they have changed and how their lives are going and all that jazz so...yeah...do it please:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-7233931662721726773?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/7233931662721726773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=7233931662721726773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7233931662721726773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7233931662721726773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/11/permission-please.html' title='Permission please'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-7900566255405758597</id><published>2008-11-18T16:50:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:13:34.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-mas ornaments and extra pics:)</title><content type='html'>So I found this adorable pink tree for Christmas at Wal-mart and I am getting it for the girls.  We decided with Nani about to walk that we should put the tree in the bay window in the dining room this year.  It needed to be 4 feet or shorter to make room for a star at the top.  The pink one is 4 feet!!  So anyway, I was looking around online for kid ornaments because looong before the pink tree I decided that this years the tree would be a "kid tree".  I was having trouble finding what I wanted so I thought we should make them!!!  I have NO idea where the want for craftiness came from but it is turning out ok!  Jess and I also just bought a bunch of stuff to make bows for our girls' hair since that seems to be the new craze.  I love anything to accent their natural beauty:) and of course with the furballs we produce, we need hair control!!!!  So anyway here are some pics of the ornament making fun.(we have only made a few just to get the hang of it since Faith isn't here until this weekend and that's when the major creation will happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNWh0FeT1I/AAAAAAAAAYM/YAWm-vDAN1M/s1600-h/10+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270151127870885714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNWh0FeT1I/AAAAAAAAAYM/YAWm-vDAN1M/s320/10+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to do the prep-painting myself to save time, mess, and stress:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNWaponm-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/CwerVKWWWok/s1600-h/10+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270151004806421474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNWaponm-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/CwerVKWWWok/s320/10+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jadalie got to pick out the colors for the snowmen one by one as will Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNWTKToiSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DYwuyD5no_I/s1600-h/10+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270150876137818402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNWTKToiSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DYwuyD5no_I/s320/10+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I put on the hot glue and she put on the brim, scarf, and hanger on the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNWAWhGsSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/YCg8UmliP7M/s1600-h/10+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270150552998031650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNWAWhGsSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/YCg8UmliP7M/s320/10+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three little snowmen:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And now on to some extra pics just because I can't get over how cute they are. Vain anyone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNV49kiHZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FvjRFMiTzE8/s1600-h/10+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270150426042441106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNV49kiHZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FvjRFMiTzE8/s320/10+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not so happy before church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNVxUmDC2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/BrDaTuhJpws/s1600-h/10+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270150294783855458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNVxUmDC2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/BrDaTuhJpws/s320/10+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7 months old today!!!  She thinks she needs to try walking already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNVqM47C6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/qRaXYfgyoeo/s1600-h/10+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270150172456455074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNVqM47C6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/qRaXYfgyoeo/s320/10+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I pulled out this dress she shrieked, "MY PWINCISS!" Not my princess dress, just my princess ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;She had it on all night, even when we changed her into jammies at Jon and Linda's during Milisa's B-Day party she had to have it on over them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNVj57KVrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/COtigJIiSnY/s1600-h/10+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270150064286357170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNVj57KVrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/COtigJIiSnY/s320/10+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some "posing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNVc970i1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/aoiRnNAZoT4/s1600-h/10+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270149945103780690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNVc970i1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/aoiRnNAZoT4/s320/10+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She wanted to keep trying. I bet this one would have been cute if I had a good camera.(and a clean house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNVM9bisjI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Y4EbDldTzQU/s1600-h/10+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270149670090486322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNVM9bisjI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Y4EbDldTzQU/s320/10+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David brought me a flower and asked me out on a date(JESSICA!!)  How sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNVDdUPyZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/uWegl1v05ew/s1600-h/10+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270149506851129746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNVDdUPyZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/uWegl1v05ew/s320/10+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some day I will stop plastering her butt on the web but this was too cute.  She went into her room, took off her diaper, got out some of her panties, and tried to put them on herself.  She got the wrong leg in the wrong hole and they got all twisted and this was what she was left with...ha ha get it...left.  I know...I'm dumb;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-7900566255405758597?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/7900566255405758597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=7900566255405758597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7900566255405758597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7900566255405758597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/11/x-mas-ornaments-and-extra-pics.html' title='X-mas ornaments and extra pics:)'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SSNWh0FeT1I/AAAAAAAAAYM/YAWm-vDAN1M/s72-c/10+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-1926595032016716942</id><published>2008-11-16T18:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:29:35.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>So I'm sure that blogging on Sunday is not keeping the Sabbath Day holy but this involves church so I'm gonna do it:)  As we were leaving for home after church this evening Jadalie had a semi tragic event happen to her;)  As we entered the cultural hall, half of the lights were off. Jadalie looks up at me and sweetly says,"It's dawk in heeya, dat's naw posed to appen"(I'm tellin ya it's hard to make her words)  I told her, "Nope, it's not." not thinking anything about it really.  She kept saying it over and over and over and OVER as we walked across.  It takes us a bit longer due to her midget legs:)  By the time we got to the doors by the genealogy library I had to apologize to two ladies who were TRYING to have a quiet conversation before going their separate ways.  By the time we got to the van she was livid because of course it was dark outside too!!  She just wouldn't stop and like I said she was yelling at this point.  She then decides&lt;br /&gt; is my fault.  She screams, "It's dawk! Dat's naw posed to appen! Why you do dat mama?!?!"  I quickly told her that I did NOT do it!!  She told me it was naughty and I agreed.  She then decided they(whoever did it) needed to find a corner and have a "times out".  I guess that means multiple time outs ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-1926595032016716942?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/1926595032016716942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=1926595032016716942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1926595032016716942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1926595032016716942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/11/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-3150214420982909699</id><published>2008-11-10T19:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:26:11.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to go to the Powell Hospital page and look at the new babies.  &lt;a href="http://www.pvhc.org/"&gt;www.pvhc.org&lt;/a&gt; Some I know and some I don't and some I realize that I should, but hey, you can't tell most of the time who the kid belongs to right at first. They are all puffy and splotchy and weird looking! Sometimes there are characteristics that pop out, like Nani's ears she got from me(poor kid), or eyes or really looong Eyre fingers:) I love to see the changes they go through. Maybe the next few post will be stages of everyone. Mmm that could be fun, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SRjnnkJfppI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WkCewUkAfw0/s1600-h/nani-pvhc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267214431114208914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SRjnnkJfppI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WkCewUkAfw0/s320/nani-pvhc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Annalyn when she was first born, all puffy and I was sure she was going to have a Shanor nose!!! She didn't:) Like I said before though, she did get my pokey outey fold down ears;) She very quickly went from this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267215319778592082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SRjobSrmBVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/0FsnrCtx3Wk/s320/nani-down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To this! She totally has fuzzy-russian hair like her dad and sisters. She is much sweeter than her sisters though. I always thought Jadalie was a happy baby. She just wasn't a cry-baby or a fussy, grouchy girl. Nani is very much a HAPPY baby. She is always smiling and cooing and giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people I know are having tiny little newborns it almost makes me want to get knocked up again already.....almost:) I need to wait until Jadalie is at least in school because, holy crap, daycare is expensive. But hey, can you really complain about the cost of care for your children if you aren't fortunate enough to get to stay home with them?!? Well, since I can't stay on the topic of growing fast I will get off and start planning the next "baby to now" post:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-3150214420982909699?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/3150214420982909699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=3150214420982909699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/3150214420982909699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/3150214420982909699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/11/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SRjnnkJfppI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WkCewUkAfw0/s72-c/nani-pvhc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-573199697935957909</id><published>2008-11-05T20:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:57:06.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadalie's sillyness</title><content type='html'>So I don't even know if "sillyness" is actually a word, and if it is, if I spelled it right but oh well, right? Jadalie came running up to me the other day yelling "Honey, honey come heeya, honey, honey!"  I probably should have prefaced this by saying that David never says my name unless he is talking ABOUT me.  I tell him all the time that I like to hear him say my name but "Honey" is all I get.  I joke with him and tell him he just doesn't want to slip and call me Debi ha ha ha! Anyway, I guess letting Jadalie call me honey is better than making him call me mama from now on right!!!  Ha ha that might be funny;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-573199697935957909?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/573199697935957909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=573199697935957909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/573199697935957909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/573199697935957909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/11/jadalies-sillyness.html' title='Jadalie&apos;s sillyness'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-538310417142404684</id><published>2008-11-03T16:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:46:27.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadalie says...</title><content type='html'>So I was going to try harder to do the whole Quote Of The Day thing but as you can see I suck at that. There has been a few things lately that she has popped off with I would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, my bees is gone!!!!!!" she CRIED one day. I could not figure out what the heck she was saying, well what she meant. She pulled me into the room and I saw the credits to "Bee Movie" I about hit the floor laughing. Poor kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, what's wong you heya?"(what's wrong with your hair?) This is how she greeted me when I cut my hair. Now she just tells me, "Mama, you haiw-pway" (Hairspray) Just for the record, I DO NOT get my hair that big!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very much into the High School Musicals and Hairspray and Camp Rock and we watch them ALL OF THE TIME!!! I tried to videotape her one day and I told her to sing loud and she said, "Be white back, I get my mica-phone!" I can't really make the words she says very well:) Anyway, she comes back with a tension rod we had used for Faith's clothes upstairs. It is as tall as she is!! Too funny. (Of course the camera was dead AND out of tape.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to do better about keeping up with her weird talk and funny things she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot....Annalyn is crawling!!!!! She has been rocking for a while but she is actually moving forward now. She did for Jon and Linda on Halloween night for the first time. She was going after my phone of course. No stopping her now. It makes me sad cuz I know they won't stop 'til they hit the door at 18:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-538310417142404684?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/538310417142404684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=538310417142404684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/538310417142404684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/538310417142404684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/11/jadalie-says.html' title='Jadalie says...'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-4275539575070853245</id><published>2008-11-01T12:03:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:45:14.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>multi-blog including Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is another post with lots of parts since I can't seem to keep up on it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all HALLOWEEN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyfRgxzE9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/fjl1FSVGgO4/s1600-h/9+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263757187694662610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyfRgxzE9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/fjl1FSVGgO4/s320/9+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aww my lil punkins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyfHhKFUOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fvGGg4l8E6M/s1600-h/9+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263757015997829346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyfHhKFUOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fvGGg4l8E6M/s320/9+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cutest pumpkin patch ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQye-5y8x8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/0fLmPYeyOTc/s1600-h/9+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263756867992864706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQye-5y8x8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/0fLmPYeyOTc/s320/9+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look sissy, pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQye2B8UIOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8YUUObI90JA/s1600-h/nanipunkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263756715560804578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQye2B8UIOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8YUUObI90JA/s320/nanipunkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoyin' the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyexe7NdZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/K2U81W0aOR8/s1600-h/jadaliepunkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263756637441455506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyexe7NdZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/K2U81W0aOR8/s320/jadaliepunkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyesM0SrYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oMuSXgCMs4U/s1600-h/punkingirlswagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263756546681253250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyesM0SrYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oMuSXgCMs4U/s320/punkingirlswagon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whoo Hoo bring on the sugar!!! I'm gonna get a cavity... here:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for another part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have kept my camera handy lately just for these reasons. I have said before how grateful I am that Jadalie is so nice to Annalyn but here are some candid shots to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQydQM50juI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aUEGklD5aJ0/s1600-h/9+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263754966156480226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQydQM50juI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aUEGklD5aJ0/s320/9+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Holloween morning after I got them dressed and was waiting for Nani's pant to dry I walked out of the bathroom to find this!! How cute huh ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQydHtFKnXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wc-adAQyzlg/s1600-h/9+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263754820175175026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQydHtFKnXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wc-adAQyzlg/s320/9+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This kind of scares me but Nani loves to be on her feet and Jadalie is willing to oblige her anytime!! I just need her to realize that she can't let her go when ever she wants!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nani had to get shots. Jadalie FREAKED! She kept yelling. "they hurt my pokey, they hurt my pokey!" I think she meant they hurt my sissy and they poked my sissy all at the same time. Jadalie gained 3 pounds so they won't be taking her away from me anytime soon. She is back on the charts whoo hoo! She now weighs 26 lbs and Annalyn is tipping the scales at a whole whopping 14 lbs and 7 oz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyc5kHSVJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GeddO94UsXk/s1600-h/9+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263754577249981586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyc5kHSVJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GeddO94UsXk/s320/9+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her legs got sore this time and everytime she stood up she would scream:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the next one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith had a part for the first time in our Primary program. She was awesome. I thought she would freeze and just look around or back at me but she rocked it!(I don't think rocking it sounds very reverent but thats the best way to describe it haha). She said her whole part perfectly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good job my brave one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyco1JT5BI/AAAAAAAAAT4/LaGdRf-atXk/s1600-h/9+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263754289764099090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyco1JT5BI/AAAAAAAAAT4/LaGdRf-atXk/s320/9+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She got to wear what ever dress she wanted and she picked the one that I think Jazz gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQychzFAj0I/AAAAAAAAATw/yzH7I6bg2vc/s1600-h/9+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263754168950099778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQychzFAj0I/AAAAAAAAATw/yzH7I6bg2vc/s320/9+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you click on the picture you can see how it brings out the green in her eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie let me curl her hair for church. I even got to curl her bangs. It makes her look so big. I know she will only be 2 for a lil bit longer but holy cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQycYYicodI/AAAAAAAAATo/7i-_pfGN1pQ/s1600-h/9+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263754007206994386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQycYYicodI/AAAAAAAAATo/7i-_pfGN1pQ/s320/9+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She will never just smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyaSX9du6I/AAAAAAAAATg/1DcJMoxLAC8/s1600-h/9+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263751704949406626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyaSX9du6I/AAAAAAAAATg/1DcJMoxLAC8/s320/9+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's as close as I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyaL_x7o5I/AAAAAAAAATY/7opNSoM8v5I/s1600-h/9+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263751595379368850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyaL_x7o5I/AAAAAAAAATY/7opNSoM8v5I/s320/9+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I should not put pictures of my bare-butted child on the internet, but I couldn't help it. This is how long her hair is CURLED. When it is wet it reaches her tiny lil bum. Well thats all for today:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-4275539575070853245?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/4275539575070853245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=4275539575070853245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/4275539575070853245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/4275539575070853245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/11/multi-blog-including-halloween.html' title='multi-blog including Halloween'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQyfRgxzE9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/fjl1FSVGgO4/s72-c/9+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-8639180033359358941</id><published>2008-10-24T18:19:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:34:54.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I have not had a hair cut in over a year. Not a trim, a shape-up, NOTHING!  So Jessica and I decided at the spur of the moment to get appointments.  I told David we were going out teaching with the Sisters ha ha.  If you look at the date on my profile picture that is the last time I did anything with it.  IT WAS OCTOBER 3RD OF LAST YEAR!!!  Wow, when I told David I was low maintenance I wonder if he knew how low I meant.  I let Cindy do what ever she wanted.  Of course I had to defluff it when I got home.  The who know her know she loves the 80's big hair!!!  I was going to go really really short and do a bob with even shorter layers but I wussed out.  Anyway here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJnCmd4IvI/AAAAAAAAATA/cl232HO7xkc/s1600-h/8+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260880609105421042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJnCmd4IvI/AAAAAAAAATA/cl232HO7xkc/s320/8+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought I had better smile in one since I didn't in the before and afters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJm8o3122I/AAAAAAAAAS4/F5WbKGTZmfA/s1600-h/8+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260880506671979362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJm8o3122I/AAAAAAAAAS4/F5WbKGTZmfA/s320/8+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It had grown out quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJmz7soIiI/AAAAAAAAASw/oxzMeMasyjA/s1600-h/8+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260880357106393634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJmz7soIiI/AAAAAAAAASw/oxzMeMasyjA/s320/8+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See, no smiles here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJmr_HJI-I/AAAAAAAAASo/oFAR6YXs5zA/s1600-h/8+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260880220583961570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJmr_HJI-I/AAAAAAAAASo/oFAR6YXs5zA/s320/8+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks yucky!! I don't see the back of my head often enough, guess I will take pictures from behind more often and maybe I will keep it up better ha ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJmmLPw_gI/AAAAAAAAASg/rsxQChhG2b4/s1600-h/8+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260880120762138114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJmmLPw_gI/AAAAAAAAASg/rsxQChhG2b4/s320/8+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh so short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the truly YUCKY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJmeFTIUbI/AAAAAAAAASY/fqrV2-aTZmk/s1600-h/8+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260879981726683570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJmeFTIUbI/AAAAAAAAASY/fqrV2-aTZmk/s320/8+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the frosting on a cake that was sitting on my stove.  I had placed a cookie sheet upside down on the top but someone left a spatula in there so it raised it on one side.  This is what happened....GROSS!!! (Those are tiny little mouse feet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJmXJevfhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/QQbxHFDvvjY/s1600-h/8+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260879862590045714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJmXJevfhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/QQbxHFDvvjY/s320/8+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never even got a piece!!!!  Little creep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-8639180033359358941?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/8639180033359358941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=8639180033359358941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/8639180033359358941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/8639180033359358941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-haircut.html' title='My new haircut'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SQJnCmd4IvI/AAAAAAAAATA/cl232HO7xkc/s72-c/8+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-2461342269236781891</id><published>2008-10-20T20:40:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:04:54.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hodgepodge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this is a lot of info that has nothing to do with anything really.  I threw on a bunch of pics that all have their own story.  I guess I will tell them as we go ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1DjkTU2YI/AAAAAAAAASI/Q-x0VzN6Ohg/s1600-h/7+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259434218157824386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1DjkTU2YI/AAAAAAAAASI/Q-x0VzN6Ohg/s320/7+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annalyn turned 6 months old on Saturday the 18th.  Yeah 1/2 birthday girl!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1DdnTt_OI/AAAAAAAAASA/-amAmpokyTE/s1600-h/7+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259434115885563106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1DdnTt_OI/AAAAAAAAASA/-amAmpokyTE/s320/7+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sheer determination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1DSD6BHDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mGvznaLznx8/s1600-h/7+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259433917403962418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1DSD6BHDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mGvznaLznx8/s320/7+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a washed out picute of Jadalie's legs on a good day.  All of the "pink" splotches are actually very red.  I chose to take a pic after the bath cuz thats when you can see them rather than just feel the patches.  Someday I will get a better camera.  Should have taken the pic with my phone ha ha.  Anyway, I want to thank those who tried and or did help.  I will take any advice and try almost anything to help her.  Elidel works really well and Angie sent us some cream called Protopic and Lauren told me about some lotion I am going to try too.  We haven't had any bloody open owies in a while.  We have pretty much got the whole, how often she can bathe, and how many of those times she can actually use soap, and what lotions work, and all of that stuff all figured out.  I HATE WINTER!!!! It makes everything so much worse. Stupid dry air anyway!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1DKwoHdoI/AAAAAAAAARw/Sqg7FqiWDVs/s1600-h/7+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259433791969523330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1DKwoHdoI/AAAAAAAAARw/Sqg7FqiWDVs/s320/7+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is still happy anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1ChI29VQI/AAAAAAAAARo/PxevjlKh-lY/s1600-h/7+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259433076919719170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1ChI29VQI/AAAAAAAAARo/PxevjlKh-lY/s320/7+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nani's very most favorite toy.  Wonder if that will effect her later:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1CWnAhzpI/AAAAAAAAARg/1O0TAdSBVw8/s1600-h/7+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259432896034360978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1CWnAhzpI/AAAAAAAAARg/1O0TAdSBVw8/s320/7+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David and I will have been together for 5 years this coming Saturday.  It has been a little rocky, especially lately, but we are trying.  We love each other very much and I am looking forward to many more with him, maybe even time and all eternity:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1CPO6VeZI/AAAAAAAAARY/a2wPcoZsm4A/s1600-h/7+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259432769306851730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1CPO6VeZI/AAAAAAAAARY/a2wPcoZsm4A/s320/7+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1CI02Ix8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/k4V3JkF9LVk/s1600-h/7+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259432659230705602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1CI02Ix8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/k4V3JkF9LVk/s320/7+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can ya see all of the drool?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1B-MQHInI/AAAAAAAAARI/JznSvuWg7lg/s1600-h/7+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259432476535104114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1B-MQHInI/AAAAAAAAARI/JznSvuWg7lg/s320/7+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The trio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1B3pOxLeI/AAAAAAAAARA/9rTeJH6-3Us/s1600-h/7+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259432364055014882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1B3pOxLeI/AAAAAAAAARA/9rTeJH6-3Us/s320/7+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two out of three looking ain't bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1BwaIBpmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/E2olOAdmbnE/s1600-h/7+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259432239741118050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1BwaIBpmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/E2olOAdmbnE/s320/7+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jadalie wouldn't stop looking at the T.V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-2461342269236781891?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/2461342269236781891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=2461342269236781891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/2461342269236781891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/2461342269236781891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/10/hodgepodge.html' title='Hodgepodge'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SP1DjkTU2YI/AAAAAAAAASI/Q-x0VzN6Ohg/s72-c/7+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-4196795523304066307</id><published>2008-10-14T14:14:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:38:52.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roseola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is poor Nani's belly after her recent bout of Roseola.  She had a snotty nose and then a fever of 102F for a few days.  We thought it was teething but when she started acting different and the fever would come back an hour and a half after tylenol we took her to the doctor.(she had a bit of the rash but she gets a little mottled when she is too warm) I didn't want to do the whole tylenol/motrin thing if there was an underlying issue.  Her ears, throat, and lungs were fine so Ken told us it was teething like we thought.  Then came the full on rash.  Dalen, Jessica's baby got the rash the day we took Annalyn but we thought it was just from being hot or ear infections because he had a fever too and her kids break out when they get ear infections even though the doctors laugh at her when she tells them.  Her kids act fine but when they get hives or a rash and she takes them in they always have ear infections.  I wish doctors would learn that parents know more about their kids than any medical book could ever teach them.  Anyway...so Dalen gets the rash the day we take Nani, she checks out fine, she gets it the next day and Jess takes Dalen cuz his is still there.  Both kids seem to be teething as far as the doctors see.  I got a parenting magazine the day Dalen went and it talked about common childhood ailments and I see Roseola and when I look at the symptoms they match perfectly!!!  A little cold, a week or so of high fevers(which she still has at this point) and then a rash.  I got online and looked at pictures of the rash and at the symptoms again and called Micki(daycare provider).  She looked in her medical books and she agreed.  We didn't take the kids back in because it is viral and the only way they say yea or nay is to look at the rash or take blood to see if there are antibodies present.  The bad thing is that kids are only contagious BEFORE symptoms appear, not after so we exposed all the other kids before we even knew.  After a while I remembered that Jadalie had this when she was a baby too.  I was going to look at pictures cuz I'm sure I took some of her rash too.  Anyway... Here are some pics.  You can't even see how bad it was cuz my cheap camera flash washes everything out.  My phone did a better job!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT_PZUqOBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/StxTqKYKGk4/s1600-h/roseola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257107305008871442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT_PZUqOBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/StxTqKYKGk4/s320/roseola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the phone pic on the 3rd day of the rash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT-4-linaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/75KYf8e-T1Q/s1600-h/6+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257106919874796962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT-4-linaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/75KYf8e-T1Q/s320/6+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My normal happy baby before it all happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT-xzQ9ppI/AAAAAAAAAQg/M5dSHUpLQh0/s1600-h/6+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257106796576614034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT-xzQ9ppI/AAAAAAAAAQg/M5dSHUpLQh0/s320/6+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So sleepy.  See you can barely tell there is a rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT-rMwKEyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i0pyfo0hB-E/s1600-h/6+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257106683159253794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT-rMwKEyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i0pyfo0hB-E/s320/6+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was really red all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT-AMEMjQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vshcX78xhMs/s1600-h/6+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257105944240491778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT-AMEMjQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vshcX78xhMs/s320/6+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She even got it on her nose and all around her eyes.  I wish the pictures could show it better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT95qpPpVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SaJch3fZjI4/s1600-h/6+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257105832189863250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT95qpPpVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SaJch3fZjI4/s320/6+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Damn paci anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT9uA9c1gI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ZXPMTZFoi2k/s1600-h/6+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257105632021763586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT9uA9c1gI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ZXPMTZFoi2k/s320/6+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't her new hair cut beautiful!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-4196795523304066307?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/4196795523304066307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=4196795523304066307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/4196795523304066307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/4196795523304066307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/10/roseola.html' title='Roseola'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SPT_PZUqOBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/StxTqKYKGk4/s72-c/roseola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-8566987981242783445</id><published>2008-10-04T09:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:06:31.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jempulver.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am.html"&gt;I AM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;i am: strong&lt;br /&gt;i think: honesty is best even if it sucks some times(most of the time it does)&lt;br /&gt;i know: I want to have my family forever&lt;br /&gt;i want: to be a better person to those around me&lt;br /&gt;i have: a good life&lt;br /&gt;i dislike: people hurting others with no regard&lt;br /&gt;i miss: family that lives too far away to see often&lt;br /&gt;i fear: that I will fail my girls&lt;br /&gt;i feel: sleepy since I had to get up at 3am to go to work for a bit&lt;br /&gt;i hear: Nani waking up from her nap and Jadalie singing in her room&lt;br /&gt;i smell: NOTHING! stupid plugged up nostrils ;)&lt;br /&gt;i crave: loves from my kids, they dole them out to Daddy all the time but get stingy with me&lt;br /&gt;i cry: When Jadalie finally gets something and never needs my help with it again(sappy!)&lt;br /&gt;i usually: show anger faster than any other emotion&lt;br /&gt;i wonder: when David will get to come home today&lt;br /&gt;i regret: not forgiving my mom sooner(even though I have never told her out loud)&lt;br /&gt;i love: the people in my life...all of them&lt;br /&gt;i care: about the "outcasts" that people pick on&lt;br /&gt;i always: yell&lt;br /&gt;i worry: that my kids will notice AND remember everytime I mess up with them and never forgive ME&lt;br /&gt;i am not: perfect&lt;br /&gt;i remember: not much anymore...I think I got "pregnancy brain" and it has never left&lt;br /&gt;i believe: that justice will be served in the end&lt;br /&gt;i dance: in my head cuz my body never follows directions from my brain&lt;br /&gt;i sing: terribly but my kids don't know any better yet:)&lt;br /&gt;i don’t always: focus on the positive&lt;br /&gt;i write: lots of notes for myself since I can never remember anything anymore&lt;br /&gt;i win: umm I don't usually win&lt;br /&gt;i lose: pacifiers&lt;br /&gt;i wish: I could afford to stay home til my kids were in school and then go back to work&lt;br /&gt;i listen: to people whine about gas prices everyday...quess what, I BUY IT TOO, SO SHUT IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand: when people let their kids go without so they can have things&lt;br /&gt;i can usually be found: at Maverik...go figure&lt;br /&gt;i am scared: of the dark...well not the dark i guess as much as what's in it&lt;br /&gt;i am happy: period&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Umm anyone who reads this since I'm not sure who all that is and if they have done this already!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-8566987981242783445?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/8566987981242783445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=8566987981242783445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/8566987981242783445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/8566987981242783445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-ive-been-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-5966287525425100401</id><published>2008-10-03T18:24:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:24:21.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>I was just reading a bunch of different blogs, most of which, are by people whom I've never met.  Some of them I just know who they are but don't know them on a personal level.  Some of them are family!  Most of the blogs I read are from Jem's list, and then ones from their list, and on and on.  I hope no one thinks I'm some kind of weird voyeur, but come on, I live in Lovell and don't really have a life ha ha!!  But wait a minute...if you are reading this then you got here from hers too:)  (FYI- not all that I read are from hers, I like to use the next blog button at the top, some crazy people out there but hey, it take all kinds right!!!)  Anyway.....I get really touched sometimes looking in on other peoples lives.  Sometimes I feel the spirit very strongly and start crying and can't explain the feeling to my daughter when she says "mama cwyin?", or I feel someones pain, or I wish I could do the things they do, or I am grateful to know them, or I realize the things I want out of life.  Everyday it is something different but it makes me think about my life in some way, whether it is good or bad.  I know that sounds a little self absorbed but that is not how I mean it.  I am thankful for the different things others blog about because it lets me see things in my own life I may not necessarily notice or realize is something to be thankful for.  I take a lot of thing for granted as I focus on our financial troubles or working full time and trying to be super mom.  I don't realize the good things my husband does as much as the things he forgets. I worry about money but forget that we are buying a home for our family and that some can't even get ahead enough for that.  We have amazing kids and others fight to have children.  I have a good job, it's a gas station but it's honest work and I make more than some people around here with "respectable jobs".  I have a very flexible schedule and can be with my kids when they are sick.  I have a husband who loves me and doesn't abuse me.  I have a vehicle that can get me where I need to be even if the heater is on at ALL times.(see the pessimism I struggle with!) I have a very blessed life.  I am growing spiritually, albeit slowly. I am learning how to be a better mom and wife.  I hope I can learn to recognize all of the wonderful things I have and learn to be greatful for each and everyone of them.  This is getting really sappy!  Anyway, it's not to say that the things I read have prevoked ALL of these feelings, because once my mind starts on something, it usually goes on and on and on in a million different ways so that in the end I have no idea what started the string in the first place!!! None the less, thank you to those who put their lifes out there for others to reflect on.  Now here are some pictues of three of the most important things in my life.  They are most of the reason I try harder to be a responsible, loving person.  They inspire ME!!!!  Anyway... here ya go! (please forgive me for not having brushed their hair in most of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa6KEaY7tI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8kwS_xgzvzk/s1600-h/5+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253090697520148178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa6KEaY7tI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8kwS_xgzvzk/s320/5+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Faith was still tired from the trip over the mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa6DwJQFZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/pU_8oCTFSHc/s1600-h/5+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253090589000340882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa6DwJQFZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/pU_8oCTFSHc/s320/5+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't she look like she is older than 7!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa59EiJp6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/o0b8K5e28gM/s1600-h/5+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253090474214401954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa59EiJp6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/o0b8K5e28gM/s320/5+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are the easiest to photograph.  Faith listens and smiles and Annalyn smiles all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa5y1ZvHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/t-6NxdiTZNQ/s1600-h/5+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253090298353884834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa5y1ZvHqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/t-6NxdiTZNQ/s320/5+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa5rnQVS3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/yK6d68F2pPk/s1600-h/5+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253090174297262962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa5rnQVS3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/yK6d68F2pPk/s320/5+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jadalie was too itchy to want to cooperate, damn exzema anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa5knOcmBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6f_q_nPfXKo/s1600-h/5+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253090054030268434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa5knOcmBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6f_q_nPfXKo/s320/5+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not the best but at least they were all smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa5eXbildI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_K6JDmBtu_8/s1600-h/5+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253089946711004626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa5eXbildI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_K6JDmBtu_8/s320/5+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww lovin' on the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa48byXkkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2fe62Iw1v60/s1600-h/5+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253089363764941378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa48byXkkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2fe62Iw1v60/s320/5+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It takes bribary to get Jadalie to look at me and not at Annalyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253089242865346898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa41ZZqKVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SzlCnaaHs9Y/s320/5+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Hey!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa4s939sxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/V_G3V9Rk_7k/s1600-h/5+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253089098037310226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa4s939sxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/V_G3V9Rk_7k/s320/5+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa4fGtHuPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1sgxHmdyPIQ/s1600-h/5+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253088859889580274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa4fGtHuPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1sgxHmdyPIQ/s320/5+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Splish Splash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253088449917677538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa4HPcM7-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/WhoOUZHiudA/s320/5+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Curly Sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa3_0yKtXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GeJuKyvGItg/s1600-h/5+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253088322502964594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa3_0yKtXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GeJuKyvGItg/s320/5+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves the bath.  Maybe someday she will grow enough to bathe somewhere other than the sink, but then I will be sad about her growing up huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-5966287525425100401?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/5966287525425100401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=5966287525425100401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5966287525425100401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5966287525425100401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SOa6KEaY7tI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8kwS_xgzvzk/s72-c/5+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-4365883474016699819</id><published>2008-09-26T15:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:54:01.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too funny</title><content type='html'>I thought the comment that Margaret left was too funny because after I posted last, I had Jadalie take a couple pictures just to let her mess around.  she would have taken them all night if I would have let her.  Not too bad for a 2 year old eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SN1YTazmu8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lbdVlN9XG_4/s1600-h/4+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250449831220394946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SN1YTazmu8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lbdVlN9XG_4/s320/4+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SN1YMLoHT8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/0cpCIF5c6jw/s1600-h/4+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250449706886582210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SN1YMLoHT8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/0cpCIF5c6jw/s320/4+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it is bad to be prideful,  but as I don't have any known talents, I get very excited about my garden.  For those that are around to see it, the remnants of my garden are quite pitiful.  When we ripped out the trees, my garden was smashed and trampled and "trackhoed":) to pieces!!!  I was left with only a few tomato plants, my carrots, and 3 pumpkin vines, which took a long time to recover.  For the few plants I have left, the crop is bountiful ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SN1YFqfvtUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/s1skI4hkJL8/s1600-h/4+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250449594913895746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SN1YFqfvtUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/s1skI4hkJL8/s320/4+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is what we picked today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SN1X_Y1JBqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Gq-VGfCkXxM/s1600-h/4+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250449487092582050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SN1X_Y1JBqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Gq-VGfCkXxM/s320/4+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-4365883474016699819?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/4365883474016699819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=4365883474016699819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/4365883474016699819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/4365883474016699819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-funny.html' title='Too funny'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SN1YTazmu8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lbdVlN9XG_4/s72-c/4+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-5757251457134188342</id><published>2008-09-23T21:02:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:28:53.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to throw this one in at the last minute cuz it was funny! Check out his tendons in his neck!! He was trying to teach Jadalie how to work one of those giant baloons with the rubber band on the end. Too funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmvXEzpMZI/AAAAAAAAANw/wxFcfV4XkAE/s1600-h/3+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249419651639226770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmvXEzpMZI/AAAAAAAAANw/wxFcfV4XkAE/s320/3+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now the point of this blog is purely to vent my frustration. Although I don't post a lot of them, we have sooooooooo many pictures of David and the girls as I am the only one to EVER pick up the camera. I have asked and pleaded and begged for David to secretly snap shots of us QUICKLY! If there is any warning it is chaos. Jadalie knows about the screen so before the picture is even taken she wants to see it so she never sits still. Well, I tried to do it myself and my monkey arms just aren't long enough. I asked David to help 3 different times and it never worked. The second time I got so frustrated that I pushed Jadalie off and went into the other room almost in tears. David told me it was no big deal. I quickly told him that if I died, our kids would never even know what I looked like or that I ever held or loved on them at all as there is no photographic evidence!! We tried again and here is what we got:( Some day, when they are over 12 I might get a good one with them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmvQqkHh0I/AAAAAAAAANo/fTP5qIACZ20/s1600-h/3+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249419541515568962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmvQqkHh0I/AAAAAAAAANo/fTP5qIACZ20/s320/3+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nani looks a bit intoxicated...oh no it's begun already ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmvKiB-KEI/AAAAAAAAANg/FfjeQUHBBhU/s1600-h/3+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249419436145649730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmvKiB-KEI/AAAAAAAAANg/FfjeQUHBBhU/s320/3+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "What? Look where dad?" as she rips my hair out..ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmvAiMr0cI/AAAAAAAAANY/ZYsM57Cf0Qw/s1600-h/3+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249419264391893442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmvAiMr0cI/AAAAAAAAANY/ZYsM57Cf0Qw/s320/3+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like the finger and my belly thats looks like it's holding twins?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmu4gdStRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kGcPqjvN_pA/s1600-h/3+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249419126485726482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmu4gdStRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kGcPqjvN_pA/s320/3+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was kinda cute since Annalyn was trying to hug Jadalie. Jadalie was saying "Aww, yook, she git me mama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuxW5tjKI/AAAAAAAAANI/r5_V55paE4I/s1600-h/3+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249419003661487266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuxW5tjKI/AAAAAAAAANI/r5_V55paE4I/s320/3+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had Lele's head like a vice:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuqiyCovI/AAAAAAAAANA/FTS-KGGg_Io/s1600-h/3+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249418886591455986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuqiyCovI/AAAAAAAAANA/FTS-KGGg_Io/s320/3+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See any boogs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought I would throw in some cute ones. They always look so adorable as long as I'm on the other side!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuiRld4ZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-JkehGgPOvw/s1600-h/3+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249418744536359314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuiRld4ZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-JkehGgPOvw/s320/3+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuat8Im7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/TRK35D_Os-I/s1600-h/3+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249418614708673458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuat8Im7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/TRK35D_Os-I/s320/3+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goin to church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuTjaKgGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NHwhUESdC_Q/s1600-h/3+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249418491622752354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuTjaKgGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NHwhUESdC_Q/s320/3+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuMW4MUfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WyaLVcStyXI/s1600-h/3+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249418367999955442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuMW4MUfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WyaLVcStyXI/s320/3+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuGzTDV-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/AcTOd00yUSU/s1600-h/3+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249418272549591010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuGzTDV-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/AcTOd00yUSU/s320/3+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothin but smiles all the time. I thought Jadalie was the happiest baby I had ever seen but her disposition was nothing like this kid's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuAT-WCoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kIDTXcNxfcA/s1600-h/3+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249418161062021762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmuAT-WCoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kIDTXcNxfcA/s320/3+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope they stay this happy toghether for ALWAYS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/5181348622609783683-5757251457134188342?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/5757251457134188342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=5757251457134188342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5757251457134188342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5757251457134188342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahhh.html' title='AHHH!!!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNmvXEzpMZI/AAAAAAAAANw/wxFcfV4XkAE/s72-c/3+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-1223505590555682308</id><published>2008-09-19T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:51:06.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just thought I would catch up a bit. Not that much going on really. David and I have been married for 4 years this month, Annalyn is sitting up and trying to crawl, Jadalie is catching on a little more to potty training(still afraid to actually go on the potty, but will sit on it without a diaper without screaming and shaking), I have my first sharing time in primary this Sunday(I am terrified), and hopefully I will finish my temple prep classes(only have to make up 2).  We are pretty boring as our girls are still little and there isn't much to do. We just hang with the Rusch family and visit our parents from time to time, and of course there's Walmart:)  The most exciting thing going on is thinking about Christmas.  I love to spoil my kids, but who doesn't right!?!  They don't get a lot since we are still in essence just starting out but we try.  Jadalie is so active we want to encourage good activities rather that running aroung yelling and singing at the top of her lungs( for being so tiny she has a remarkably good voice and is able  to carry a tune and hold the notes for the right amount of time but geez, I am sooo sick of High school musical and Camp Rock!).  Annalyn is more mellow and laid back and likes to observe so its gonna be fun to get her more visually orientented toys!  we already know what Santa is getting the big girls...V-motion!! they don't read this, so its ok, right?:)  Anyway that's it so here's some pictures.  I really need to get more of Faith when she comes next time!!!!!!!  Maybe we will get some family ones too even though I want them taken in leaf piles for the walls I bet we can snag a few here and there!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQn7avXP2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/OBjR5sdo4gk/s1600-h/ribs+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247863367537213282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQn7avXP2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/OBjR5sdo4gk/s320/ribs+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chubby little legs but check out those ribs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQnwZuNhjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CiXkLBxbRZg/s1600-h/ribs+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247863178285385266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQnwZuNhjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CiXkLBxbRZg/s320/ribs+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmmm "popsicko"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQnnzVQM9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/PpwaswAt_y4/s1600-h/ribs+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247863030541202386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQnnzVQM9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/PpwaswAt_y4/s320/ribs+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smelling the flowers(dead but she likes it still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQngb-9prI/AAAAAAAAALw/8hBXEgv8Dv8/s1600-h/ribs+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247862904014612146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQngb-9prI/AAAAAAAAALw/8hBXEgv8Dv8/s320/ribs+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's some good ones!(from Milisa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQnQv-tPlI/AAAAAAAAALo/sz_JObAwMVY/s1600-h/2+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247862634504339026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQnQv-tPlI/AAAAAAAAALo/sz_JObAwMVY/s320/2+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; teething on her own lip, notice the drool on her chin:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQnEr-nmjI/AAAAAAAAALg/lN65cvRp3tU/s1600-h/2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247862427271797298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQnEr-nmjI/AAAAAAAAALg/lN65cvRp3tU/s320/2+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flowers David got me for our anniversary on the 4th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQm78JW9FI/AAAAAAAAALY/h8HJQPt6gkc/s1600-h/2+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247862276992988242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQm78JW9FI/AAAAAAAAALY/h8HJQPt6gkc/s320/2+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I'm the baby!!!"&lt;br /&gt;She has troubles still sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQmwUGxluI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IHe1DQhAVAI/s1600-h/2+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247862077266171618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQmwUGxluI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IHe1DQhAVAI/s320/2+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmmm toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQmpcSXkkI/AAAAAAAAALI/Tl9rtjoBn8A/s1600-h/2+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247861959203197506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQmpcSXkkI/AAAAAAAAALI/Tl9rtjoBn8A/s320/2+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-1223505590555682308?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/1223505590555682308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=1223505590555682308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1223505590555682308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1223505590555682308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/09/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SNQn7avXP2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/OBjR5sdo4gk/s72-c/ribs+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-8320658011437925400</id><published>2008-08-25T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:50:06.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadalie's fat lip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other night, as Jadalie was getting ready for bed, she ran up to David who was on the couch and as she tried to hug him she smacked her face on his head.  She started screaming and I grabbed her and she did the whole -cry so hard we don't breathe thing- so I had to blow in her face.  Then the blood started to flow.  Don't ya just love head and mouth injuries!!!!  I remember the first time she smacked her face on the frame of Faith's bed.  I called Jem in a panic cuz of all the blood!!!  So, anyway, she managed to put her teeth through her lip again.  I think she is going to be a bit like Faith so I had better get used to it.  Not too long ago she was spinning around and hit the edge of the table and now has a cute little scar on her bottom lip.  That one bled FOREVER!  I tried to get some good pictures, but none of them show how swollen it really was.  Of all the times she has given herself fat lips this was the only one that was still swollen the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SLM0s7Ug52I/AAAAAAAAALA/pgOz9RuQlYs/s1600-h/fat-lip+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238588738004641634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SLM0s7Ug52I/AAAAAAAAALA/pgOz9RuQlYs/s320/fat-lip+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SLM0kgxqSiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/38zyaN0GwYM/s1600-h/fat-lip+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238588593440180770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SLM0kgxqSiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/38zyaN0GwYM/s320/fat-lip+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238588473414599058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SLM0dhpVQZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/x79Inf2NOEE/s320/fat-lip+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SLM0WVCFIWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1d3zr3ipGIc/s1600-h/fat-lip+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238588349769654626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SLM0WVCFIWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1d3zr3ipGIc/s320/fat-lip+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SLM0PaPviDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GjyGWKOiGCw/s1600-h/fat-lip+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238588230910052402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SLM0PaPviDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GjyGWKOiGCw/s320/fat-lip+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-8320658011437925400?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/8320658011437925400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=8320658011437925400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/8320658011437925400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/8320658011437925400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/08/jadalies-fat-lip.html' title='Jadalie&apos;s fat lip'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SLM0s7Ug52I/AAAAAAAAALA/pgOz9RuQlYs/s72-c/fat-lip+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-6004259314287006185</id><published>2008-08-21T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:56:16.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family resemblance</title><content type='html'>Jem wanted me to put up some family pictures to show how much Nani looks like the Marchant side.  No denying that!!!!  She wanted the one in the jumper a few posts ago, but I tried to find one where she was looking to the side like the others.  So, here ya go sis! ( I want to take a poll on who she looks the most like so everyone let me know!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SK4NMGHPi5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nGGJ5g3B4Bs/s1600-h/girls+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237137918129048466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SK4NMGHPi5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nGGJ5g3B4Bs/s320/girls+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annalyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SK4NBLpjBWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/durTwNQzhYg/s1600-h/Jem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237137730636547426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SK4NBLpjBWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/durTwNQzhYg/s320/Jem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SK4M7vlvl3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/OaWZz6_ewfo/s1600-h/Milisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237137637205055346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SK4M7vlvl3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/OaWZz6_ewfo/s320/Milisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Milisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SK4M3ZWiq_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-1ihTVNWcSI/s1600-h/Angie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237137562516237298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SK4M3ZWiq_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-1ihTVNWcSI/s320/Angie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Angie&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SK4MwhB6YqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KR4Kf8YDm9k/s1600-h/David.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237137444318110370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SK4MwhB6YqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KR4Kf8YDm9k/s320/David.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SK4Mp88mCWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HNOM9qvY05U/s1600-h/DJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237137331552913762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SK4Mp88mCWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HNOM9qvY05U/s320/DJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-6004259314287006185?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/6004259314287006185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=6004259314287006185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6004259314287006185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6004259314287006185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-resemblance.html' title='Family resemblance'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SK4NMGHPi5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nGGJ5g3B4Bs/s72-c/girls+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-4158252672958580310</id><published>2008-08-16T18:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:13:53.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's new ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's car got smashed by a drunk peeling out around the corner.  He lost control and BAM!  It knocked her car 12 feet into her yard!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKdsk0YXyeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fu0ZlYsZf6U/s1600-h/wreck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235272471633447394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKdsk0YXyeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fu0ZlYsZf6U/s320/wreck1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKdsgtu0l4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/NfTUQFctRNM/s1600-h/wreck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235272401129084802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKdsgtu0l4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/NfTUQFctRNM/s320/wreck2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKdscG2ZoEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BtvO28n6Rtk/s1600-h/wreck3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235272321972412482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKdscG2ZoEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BtvO28n6Rtk/s320/wreck3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of the crap was well worth it....check out the replacement!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKdsXedKW3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/uN111R24Tnw/s1600-h/vibe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235272242409659250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKdsXedKW3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/uN111R24Tnw/s320/vibe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyone wanna take out my van!?!? :)&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/5181348622609783683-4158252672958580310?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/4158252672958580310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=4158252672958580310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/4158252672958580310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/4158252672958580310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/08/moms-new-ride.html' title='Mom&apos;s new ride'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKdsk0YXyeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fu0ZlYsZf6U/s72-c/wreck1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-4611168306606544868</id><published>2008-08-15T22:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:18:59.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>I really thought I would do better about the funny things Jadalie says as her speech improves! We were watching t.v. and a car commercial came on that had good music that caught her attention. She kept saying what is that, since you can't tell what is being advertised anymore. I told her it was a car and she very sternly and in some what of a condesending tone says, "No mama, that's a bye-bye" like I was the dumbest person alive. It was cute even if she has a sassy little mouth:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-4611168306606544868?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/4611168306606544868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=4611168306606544868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/4611168306606544868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/4611168306606544868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-1550276360409597757</id><published>2008-08-14T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:17:09.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>recent pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Just thought I would throw some new pics on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKStEmKuk5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/c5-2k6fhePA/s1600-h/annalynjumper+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234498961387983762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKStEmKuk5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/c5-2k6fhePA/s320/annalynjumper+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Annalyn rockin' a "potay" (pony tail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKSs8SulO4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/leHRnFHW8Ic/s1600-h/annalynjumper+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234498818730703746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKSs8SulO4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/leHRnFHW8Ic/s320/annalynjumper+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Uh, Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKSs2sFVbdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rcreGJ9BcGQ/s1600-h/annalynjumper+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234498722457808338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKSs2sFVbdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rcreGJ9BcGQ/s320/annalynjumper+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tryin' out the princess wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKSsvQ1SMRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PftqZVx58mA/s1600-h/annalynjumper+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234498594883645714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKSsvQ1SMRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PftqZVx58mA/s320/annalynjumper+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;gettin' big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKSsph-kCyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4QCDui-Nflc/s1600-h/annalynjumper+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234498496406752034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKSsph-kCyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4QCDui-Nflc/s320/annalynjumper+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Getting to like the jumpy seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKSsirUMpHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SNbuJ967ymE/s1600-h/annalynjumper+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234498378654327922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKSsirUMpHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SNbuJ967ymE/s320/annalynjumper+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; she is grabbing stuff like crazy now:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKSscExqBmI/AAAAAAAAAII/plOhuUwr6uo/s1600-h/annalynjumper+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234498265229690466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKSscExqBmI/AAAAAAAAAII/plOhuUwr6uo/s320/annalynjumper+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; "Ooooooh look at that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I can't wait until she figures out the bottom is a springboard, tramp thing and starts jumping!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-1550276360409597757?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/1550276360409597757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=1550276360409597757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1550276360409597757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1550276360409597757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/08/recent-pics.html' title='recent pics'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SKStEmKuk5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/c5-2k6fhePA/s72-c/annalynjumper+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-5463940949492751481</id><published>2008-07-25T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:04:37.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our latest task!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we bought our house, I wanted the trees along the side cut down as soon as possible. Well I finally got my wish! What a mess!!!!! My dad and some guys he works with, along with our neighbor (Steve Fowler for those who know who he is) brought in the track hoe and got busy! Jadalie loved every second of it.(She watched from the safety of our bathroon window.) I tried to take the before and afters from the same spot but it didn't work so well. I had an ok garden going.... cucumbers and squash were flowering and the pumpkins were vining out, but is almost ALL gone now. Guess I'll just have to make up for it next year:) But anyway, now I can get the hedges in and get a lawn made up of the same grass all around, not eight different kinds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpnALwig9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/QyY5qObukN0/s1600-h/david%27s+sunburn+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227103570370921426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpnALwig9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/QyY5qObukN0/s320/david%27s+sunburn+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpm3RdxYTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/T33LDRH887s/s1600-h/david%27s+sunburn+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227103417283993906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpm3RdxYTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/T33LDRH887s/s320/david%27s+sunburn+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After&lt;br /&gt;(people didn't even know about the two sheds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpms3cW2gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1jwUaMgPp74/s1600-h/david%27s+sunburn+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227103238500047362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpms3cW2gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1jwUaMgPp74/s320/david%27s+sunburn+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpmltjq8rI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dalWufvmv7o/s1600-h/david%27s+sunburn+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227103115587285682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpmltjq8rI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dalWufvmv7o/s320/david%27s+sunburn+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpmaNceXXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YDn6CnNIGmQ/s1600-h/david%27s+sunburn+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227102917988605298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpmaNceXXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YDn6CnNIGmQ/s320/david%27s+sunburn+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what David got out of the deal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpmSW23BKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cDBQppr9VLs/s1600-h/david%27s+sunburn+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227102783076238498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpmSW23BKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cDBQppr9VLs/s320/david%27s+sunburn+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ouch, and the pic doesn't even do the redness justice AT ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpmE4iwoSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tNd2QxWL5LI/s1600-h/david%27s+sunburn+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227102551600570658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpmE4iwoSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tNd2QxWL5LI/s320/david%27s+sunburn+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annalyn had the right idea:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpl7Wrd8dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oRmJciH40IM/s1600-h/david%27s+sunburn+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227102387891466706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpl7Wrd8dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oRmJciH40IM/s320/david%27s+sunburn+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jadalie being her happy self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpl0rAB4EI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vjsIpg3m-Kg/s1600-h/david%27s+sunburn+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227102273087332418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpl0rAB4EI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vjsIpg3m-Kg/s320/david%27s+sunburn+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her hair is falling out:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIplszii5cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eVUL3Xxetms/s1600-h/david%27s+sunburn+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227102137940633026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIplszii5cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eVUL3Xxetms/s320/david%27s+sunburn+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lil miss Faith ran into a door(the skinny edge), anyone surprised hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't she so beautiful, even with a wounded head?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-5463940949492751481?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/5463940949492751481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=5463940949492751481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5463940949492751481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5463940949492751481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-latest-task.html' title='Our latest task!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SIpnALwig9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/QyY5qObukN0/s72-c/david%27s+sunburn+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-4363074164747743398</id><published>2008-07-07T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:36:24.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>I saw another blog that had quotes of the day from her children and I am going to steal that idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day- as Jadalie ran to her dad with a little frog that decorates their bathroom she says, "Look daddy, a f***!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday she will get all of her sounds right:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-4363074164747743398?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/4363074164747743398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=4363074164747743398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/4363074164747743398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/4363074164747743398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-6993421848087643265</id><published>2008-07-06T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:14:34.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Annalyn was finally blessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been a busy week for us, and the Wilson Bros. construction company that is replacing our water and sewer lines! We have been trying to let the girls splash around in their pool and keep our grass watered and keep the garden alive! It has been really hot! I can't wait for a swamp cooler! Our friend Steve married Melinda on the fourth. David was in his line. We had Annalyn blessed on Sunday, Jon has the most amazing way of speaking, the spirit was soooo strong!!!There is more that fills the space but those are the highlights:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGQKnoE8eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8sYOf7-Bl2U/s1600-h/blessing+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220111955209286114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGQKnoE8eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8sYOf7-Bl2U/s320/blessing+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can never get them all to smile at the same time:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGPB2kg7II/AAAAAAAAAGo/I4qwtyxpmwo/s1600-h/blessing+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220110705090423938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGPB2kg7II/AAAAAAAAAGo/I4qwtyxpmwo/s320/blessing+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annalyn in the blessing gown we borrowed from Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGO46wUkoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JdFPmvOW4GU/s1600-h/blessing+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220110551594865282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGO46wUkoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JdFPmvOW4GU/s320/blessing+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Couldn't help but try and eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGOrEKmd0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jo_A73QiNOI/s1600-h/blessing+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220110313602840386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGOrEKmd0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jo_A73QiNOI/s320/blessing+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking at the street from the far end of our yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGOkc8YDAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4gGvaT0MxJs/s1600-h/blessing+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220110199994977282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGOkc8YDAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4gGvaT0MxJs/s320/blessing+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Daddy!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGOc5VKitI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_52JKp6bP3Y/s1600-h/blessing+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220110070176189138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGOc5VKitI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_52JKp6bP3Y/s320/blessing+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jadalie figured out that if you push the sides down, the water comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGOTRtBDfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vVmz3OXhEJ4/s1600-h/blessing+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220109904919989746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGOTRtBDfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vVmz3OXhEJ4/s320/blessing+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She then drained the pool completely.&lt;br /&gt;We had all the extra blanket there because the cement is very smooth and slippery, we traded bruised knees for a sopping wet mess:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGOLJYAezI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kP2TUntmwd0/s1600-h/blessing+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220109765245434674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGOLJYAezI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kP2TUntmwd0/s320/blessing+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David looking good for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-6993421848087643265?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/6993421848087643265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=6993421848087643265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6993421848087643265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/6993421848087643265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/07/annalyn-was-finally-blessed.html' title='Annalyn was finally blessed.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SHGQKnoE8eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8sYOf7-Bl2U/s72-c/blessing+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-3763987042347554444</id><published>2008-06-27T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:49:05.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzy Russian anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGWl-8DAWII/AAAAAAAAAFw/Qp-NKwZ0ANw/s1600-h/fuzzy-russian+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216758244067793026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGWl-8DAWII/AAAAAAAAAFw/Qp-NKwZ0ANw/s320/fuzzy-russian+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not so happy after getting taken out of the bath she loves so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGWl5mhXTWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YCO5fgetxZw/s1600-h/fuzzy-russian+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216758152390200674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGWl5mhXTWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YCO5fgetxZw/s320/fuzzy-russian+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Better once we got her dressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGWlzduPtXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sEQsFoMpuy4/s1600-h/fuzzy-russian+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216758046949094770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGWlzduPtXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sEQsFoMpuy4/s320/fuzzy-russian+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even better when we plugged the hole:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGWlnLEd6iI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Tt9Op16p_ik/s1600-h/bangs,molting+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216757835783596578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGWlnLEd6iI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Tt9Op16p_ik/s320/bangs,molting+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww before the bangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGWlEz41hnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/agh0-TQ1pww/s1600-h/bangs,molting+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216757245445244530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGWlEz41hnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/agh0-TQ1pww/s320/bangs,molting+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I old er mama," begs Jadalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-3763987042347554444?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/3763987042347554444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=3763987042347554444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/3763987042347554444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/3763987042347554444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/06/fuzzy-russian-anyone.html' title='Fuzzy Russian anyone?'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGWl-8DAWII/AAAAAAAAAFw/Qp-NKwZ0ANw/s72-c/fuzzy-russian+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-7146648925028011789</id><published>2008-06-26T07:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T07:54:46.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>David</title><content type='html'>So David leaves me a message that he needs to talk to me but forgot his cell so he will talk to me when he gets home.....when he got here I was nervous because he just got in trouble for playing pranks with Chance and we have to pay 500 dollars back to the company for the loss their little stunt caused!! So he tells me that he has to change crews and my heart was pounding because he really needs this job, even if GP would take him back in a heartbeat.  Gas costs too much to drive to Byron and back twice a day and for him to go out there too.  So he tells me that he has to change crews because he is going to be a lead man!!!!!!  How exciting!  I am so very pround of him and just wanted to brag him up to everyone!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-7146648925028011789?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/7146648925028011789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=7146648925028011789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7146648925028011789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/7146648925028011789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/06/david.html' title='David'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-1400601725745638450</id><published>2008-06-25T16:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:09:29.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Molting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Chloe decided to molt in the day time which is weird but cool because me and the girls got to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGLPOwABiqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/emu6f0IJk0c/s1600-h/bangs,molting+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215959170758576802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGLPOwABiqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/emu6f0IJk0c/s320/bangs,molting+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooooo slow.  It took the longest for her to get her legs out. It was the weirdest thing to see her legs bend the way they did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGLO1LOyt4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ITQbZghecA8/s1600-h/bangs,molting+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215958731391678338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGLO1LOyt4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ITQbZghecA8/s320/bangs,molting+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she just kind of fell out of her old skin!  When she is rehardened I will get a better shot and some of her old skin too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGLOs1SRfHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ej92gIy_2oo/s1600-h/bangs,molting+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215958588061744242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGLOs1SRfHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ej92gIy_2oo/s320/bangs,molting+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-1400601725745638450?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/1400601725745638450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=1400601725745638450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1400601725745638450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/1400601725745638450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/06/molting.html' title='Molting'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SGLPOwABiqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/emu6f0IJk0c/s72-c/bangs,molting+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-2855801926573515245</id><published>2008-06-16T16:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:59:02.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an aunt!!!!</title><content type='html'>We all know that I was an aunt already to lots of nieces and a nephew through David but MY sister finally had her baby!!!! Triniti Michelle Irene Daniel came into the world weighing a measly little 6 lbs and 2 ozs!! She was all of 19 inches long. Misti said she has curly hair just like her and is, of course, the most beautiful thing in the world!! We can't wait to get to see her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-2855801926573515245?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/2855801926573515245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=2855801926573515245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/2855801926573515245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/2855801926573515245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-aunt_16.html' title='I am an aunt!!!!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-5575841535124140634</id><published>2008-06-15T22:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:43:45.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you Jem!</title><content type='html'>Jem asked me to get pictures of everyone here that she misses soooo much!  I still forget how to pick them so they go the way I want, and end up with the ones I want first on the bottom:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXteUGVnII/AAAAAAAAAEI/xGmsaLe4Pbs/s1600-h/3rd+bunch+of+pics+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212333248798366850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXteUGVnII/AAAAAAAAAEI/xGmsaLe4Pbs/s320/3rd+bunch+of+pics+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is little miss Faith looking cute while scubbing the driveway with a toothbrush after writing mean things about a neighbor girl with a marker.(It didn't come off!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXtMzt31vI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BhV2U5NhjVU/s1600-h/3rd+bunch+of+pics+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212332948048041714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXtMzt31vI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BhV2U5NhjVU/s320/3rd+bunch+of+pics+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Never could get them to all look and smile at the same time... imagine that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXsmps-F8I/AAAAAAAAADw/Ivt2Y8BuqG0/s1600-h/3rd+bunch+of+pics+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212332292524873666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXsmps-F8I/AAAAAAAAADw/Ivt2Y8BuqG0/s320/3rd+bunch+of+pics+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Milisa(isn't she beautiful even when she doesn't want a picture taken) and Dalen (George and Jessica's boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXscY2fELI/AAAAAAAAADo/kF4LWVoT5Hg/s1600-h/blog+pics+for+jem+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212332116202688690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXscY2fELI/AAAAAAAAADo/kF4LWVoT5Hg/s320/blog+pics+for+jem+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXsSX3fsBI/AAAAAAAAADg/G998d0Zik7g/s1600-h/blog+pics+for+jem+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212331944139796498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXsSX3fsBI/AAAAAAAAADg/G998d0Zik7g/s320/blog+pics+for+jem+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kymbre actually let me take a picture with out a fight!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lookin good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXsKT3pfQI/AAAAAAAAADY/lOGERTNTtGk/s1600-h/blog+pics+for+jem+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212331805627743490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXsKT3pfQI/AAAAAAAAADY/lOGERTNTtGk/s320/blog+pics+for+jem+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awww aren't they so cute it makes you sick:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXrsBxAieI/AAAAAAAAADQ/e6ggURNpyPo/s1600-h/blog+pics+for+jem+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212331285371980258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXrsBxAieI/AAAAAAAAADQ/e6ggURNpyPo/s320/blog+pics+for+jem+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jadalie's first hair cut!!!!  Bangs only of course.  Isn't she cute with her ONE dimple ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-5575841535124140634?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/5575841535124140634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=5575841535124140634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5575841535124140634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5575841535124140634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-ones-for-you-jem.html' title='This one&apos;s for you Jem!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SFXteUGVnII/AAAAAAAAAEI/xGmsaLe4Pbs/s72-c/3rd+bunch+of+pics+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-5733965797982235476</id><published>2008-05-17T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:00:00.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't have much change happening in our lives at the moment so I thought I would just put up some more pictures.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some exciting things are going to happen in the next week though!!! My Grandma LaVerda and Grandpa Wayne as well as my Aunt Lindy are coming from Tacoma and David's cousin Jason, his wife Kristine, sons: T.J., Justice, and Carter are coming from Salt Lake City!!!  They are all coming at the same time so splitting our time with them might be a challenge.  I am just so happy they are all coming!  We miss all of them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were supposed to go and see Angie and her family and then go on to Utah and see Jason and his family and then go down to see Jem's family, but our money situation isn't turning out like we thought.(Imagine that)  We just hope to see everyone soon because we miss them all very much.  Faith looks at the pictures on our fridge all of the time and says how much she misses her cousins!  Well anyway, here a a few more pictures.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC-mNkZ1cvI/AAAAAAAAACo/zWKJKNJyfGA/s1600-h/beauties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201558846676759282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC-mNkZ1cvI/AAAAAAAAACo/zWKJKNJyfGA/s320/beauties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little beauties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC-mJkZ1cuI/AAAAAAAAACg/WoU3rqxcAXg/s1600-h/headofhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201558777957282530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC-mJkZ1cuI/AAAAAAAAACg/WoU3rqxcAXg/s320/headofhair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annalyn's full head of hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC-AN0Z1ctI/AAAAAAAAACY/1tSK1lf_2I8/s1600-h/Annalyn(chipmunk).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201517069529871058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC-AN0Z1ctI/AAAAAAAAACY/1tSK1lf_2I8/s320/Annalyn(chipmunk).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chipmunk?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-5733965797982235476?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/5733965797982235476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=5733965797982235476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5733965797982235476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/5733965797982235476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-dont-have-much-change-happening-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC-mNkZ1cvI/AAAAAAAAACo/zWKJKNJyfGA/s72-c/beauties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-8027265579438835869</id><published>2008-05-16T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:27:31.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4WiUZ1cqI/AAAAAAAAACE/1TgpoQ8BMxE/s1600-h/1st+bunch+of+pics+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201119398507934370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4WiUZ1cqI/AAAAAAAAACE/1TgpoQ8BMxE/s320/1st+bunch+of+pics+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(a long time ago but like I said earlier, we just seem to use our cell phones now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4WVUZ1cpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/McSux0lAqAc/s1600-h/1st+bunch+of+pics+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201119175169634962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4WVUZ1cpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/McSux0lAqAc/s320/1st+bunch+of+pics+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Aww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4V70Z1coI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zwabcxRrwas/s1600-h/1st+bunch+of+pics+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201118737082970754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4V70Z1coI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zwabcxRrwas/s320/1st+bunch+of+pics+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Proud papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4Vy0Z1cnI/AAAAAAAAABs/c1RvMY4pcHs/s1600-h/1st+bunch+of+pics+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201118582464148082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4Vy0Z1cnI/AAAAAAAAABs/c1RvMY4pcHs/s320/1st+bunch+of+pics+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Marty, Michelle, and Emily looking at Annalyn&lt;br /&gt;(my Dad and Mom and littlest sister)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4VlEZ1cmI/AAAAAAAAABk/GXwGvkwdfuQ/s1600-h/1st+bunch+of+pics+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201118346240946786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4VlEZ1cmI/AAAAAAAAABk/GXwGvkwdfuQ/s320/1st+bunch+of+pics+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lela and Annalyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(My Great-Grandma so there is the top and bottom of a 5 generation gap!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4VcEZ1clI/AAAAAAAAABc/E0nL0tD2scI/s1600-h/2nd+bunch+of+pics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201118191622124114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4VcEZ1clI/AAAAAAAAABc/E0nL0tD2scI/s320/2nd+bunch+of+pics+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aww again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-8027265579438835869?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/8027265579438835869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=8027265579438835869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/8027265579438835869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/8027265579438835869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/05/faith-long-time-ago-but-like-i-said.html' title='Random pics'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4WiUZ1cqI/AAAAAAAAACE/1TgpoQ8BMxE/s72-c/1st+bunch+of+pics+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-2900552768893023421</id><published>2008-05-16T16:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:44:50.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4QUUZ1ckI/AAAAAAAAABU/fKpykVuEjd0/s1600-h/2nd+bunch+of+pics+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201112560919999042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4QUUZ1ckI/AAAAAAAAABU/fKpykVuEjd0/s320/2nd+bunch+of+pics+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; En garde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4QMUZ1cjI/AAAAAAAAABM/KBWSj4ZEJdo/s1600-h/2nd+bunch+of+pics+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201112423481045554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4QMUZ1cjI/AAAAAAAAABM/KBWSj4ZEJdo/s320/2nd+bunch+of+pics+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jadalie finally asleep......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4QGUZ1ciI/AAAAAAAAABE/aFYWUsv-yJ0/s1600-h/2nd+bunch+of+pics+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201112320401830434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4QGUZ1ciI/AAAAAAAAABE/aFYWUsv-yJ0/s320/2nd+bunch+of+pics+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after doing this with the baby powder,&lt;br /&gt;notice it on her face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4P8kZ1chI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Pnk3bIsqp2s/s1600-h/1st+bunch+of+pics+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201112152898105874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4P8kZ1chI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Pnk3bIsqp2s/s320/1st+bunch+of+pics+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie, Annalyn, Donavin, and Damon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the boys are Tiffany's, can you believe Donavin is a 16 days older than Annalyn, he was born 7 1/2 weeks early the little fighter!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4PxkZ1cgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ujGqwFZEzAs/s1600-h/1st+bunch+of+pics+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201111963919544834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4PxkZ1cgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ujGqwFZEzAs/s320/1st+bunch+of+pics+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another shot of the babies together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-2900552768893023421?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/2900552768893023421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=2900552768893023421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/2900552768893023421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/2900552768893023421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-pics.html' title='Random pics'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SC4QUUZ1ckI/AAAAAAAAABU/fKpykVuEjd0/s72-c/2nd+bunch+of+pics+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-2974755671421211316</id><published>2008-05-14T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:23:00.801-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jadalie and Annalyn'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SCucTEZ1cbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TmrIOhJo8Yc/s1600-h/Shit+load+of+pics+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200422046142919090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SCucTEZ1cbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TmrIOhJo8Yc/s320/Shit+load+of+pics+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha I forgot any pictures at all!&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jadalie and Annalyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SCudlEZ1cdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/u2L_1w9DBHw/s1600-h/Shit+load+of+pics+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200423454892192210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SCudlEZ1cdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/u2L_1w9DBHw/s320/Shit+load+of+pics+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-2974755671421211316?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/2974755671421211316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=2974755671421211316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/2974755671421211316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/2974755671421211316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/05/ha-ha-i-forgot-to-put-any-pictures-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SCucTEZ1cbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TmrIOhJo8Yc/s72-c/Shit+load+of+pics+203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5181348622609783683.post-867977783452937112</id><published>2008-05-14T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:11:00.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go</title><content type='html'>So I thought I had another post but I must not have saved it or else I really don't have ANY idea what I am doing!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a quick run down of what has happened to us in the last year...&lt;br /&gt;1. We bought a house!&lt;br /&gt;2. We found out the weekend that we moved in that we were going to have another baby!&lt;br /&gt;3. We quickly tried to adjust to making house payments while getting ready for the baby!&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot to handle all at once but hey, we are doing just fine now!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Our family consists of:&lt;br /&gt;David-27-Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Jennie-24-Mama&lt;br /&gt;Faith-7-Biggest sister&lt;br /&gt;Jadalie-2-the middle sister&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn-1 month-the baby sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annalyn Rai joined us on April 18th, 2008 weighing 7 pounds and 5 ounces.  She was 18 1/4 inches long (at the doctors office 3 days later they said 20 1/4 and that the hospital doesn't stretch them enough so who knows!)  She has a FULL head of black hair, as well as hair on her ears and shoulders..the little monkey.(just like mama)  Jadalie and Faith were very excited.  Jadalie does way better than we could have ever hoped, she is very gentle with "baby annin".  Faith is just happy to have another baby sister.  Even though she was mad at first that she couldn't have a brother:)&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be able to add to this every other day or so and most likely only talk about what my girls have learned to do that day, ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be putting some more current pictures on later when I have more on my camera!!!  All of the recent pictures we have taken are on our phones...imagine that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5181348622609783683-867977783452937112?l=jenniemarchant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/feeds/867977783452937112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5181348622609783683&amp;postID=867977783452937112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/867977783452937112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5181348622609783683/posts/default/867977783452937112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniemarchant.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256602404164729281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n0JoUCoxVG0/SrUECiD8yAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7twgdnJfTV4/S220/jennie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
