tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84052548089976625432024-02-20T07:50:47.672-08:00TheBest...Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-91056042472733386852013-05-25T05:13:00.000-07:002013-05-25T05:13:00.585-07:00We're back!!!!Yahoo for 2013....Ryan Stuart is here and we are enjoying life as a family of 4. I had so much for a few days ago re-reading all of the posts from when Alex was born then felt guilty that I have not done this for Ryan so here we go. My goal is to post at least once a week but realistically it will be when something fun happens or when Ryan or Alex has a doctors appt or reaches a new milestone. <br />
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<br />Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-21712045417397345892011-11-19T21:46:00.000-08:002011-11-19T21:46:41.460-08:00Kids say the darnest things.....At Cassie's house the other night and Big Al was watching sandlot and we were hanging around the table 15 feet away laughing and talking....<br />
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Alex yells across the room...."MOM, I'm trying to hear this, Just drink your wine"<br />
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He told me! <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">A month earlier with Cassie at the Grape Stomp </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38SRvoPtgqi0BGe08gHabFZq_m_sl2PMnD644C4VY_tkKinMXDn8u4Gg3J-wSkV8WAi8AFSoBtJupaDFCd6Ce7g8Nr1rn1hlcPxzWKyUwXKb9x3aVzRGaxqulJfYlQggjgEFJz7gAwPXh/s1600/IMG_0130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38SRvoPtgqi0BGe08gHabFZq_m_sl2PMnD644C4VY_tkKinMXDn8u4Gg3J-wSkV8WAi8AFSoBtJupaDFCd6Ce7g8Nr1rn1hlcPxzWKyUwXKb9x3aVzRGaxqulJfYlQggjgEFJz7gAwPXh/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-16216934392050801602011-11-19T16:33:00.001-08:002012-03-29T18:33:08.981-07:00Emotional RollercoasterSuch is the life of a military spouse but I am going to stay positive through our 3rd deployment because well I deserve it! Its been a rough, amazing, sad, ecstatic, lonely and breathtaking 4 years and I am glad that this emotional roller coaster will be coming to an end in May. Just wanted to take a trip down memory lane....enjoy!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The morning Patrick left for Iraq, November 2, 2008</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwtP-YC-PaRq3h8KpuzqXQXkr571DLlJqbV2UhS010k1sv1Rvl8HJ1UmYocaV6LpW1U6n87Op7XHfbOjFGKJoe9_JclWunuaqCd_3guDrw12SptL9MYJl_2YxztxcwVrgszf0cDKkUmotJ/s1600/1102080840a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwtP-YC-PaRq3h8KpuzqXQXkr571DLlJqbV2UhS010k1sv1Rvl8HJ1UmYocaV6LpW1U6n87Op7XHfbOjFGKJoe9_JclWunuaqCd_3guDrw12SptL9MYJl_2YxztxcwVrgszf0cDKkUmotJ/s320/1102080840a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Homecoming from Iraq, May 26, 2009</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhdygwFnoUvuQwL_bcaCO6gHiD2BJlow24Bb3ctd3wexbhkeuu5YHKCdkjcY8-0QZWiWbOmn1oI9J5fLr6VXuVrl2XtvZZMlu0G99pcPQuXn-HkXDFA_5EfS6GQ8_3bj3IZv-KqpDA8bZ/s1600/IMG_6267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhdygwFnoUvuQwL_bcaCO6gHiD2BJlow24Bb3ctd3wexbhkeuu5YHKCdkjcY8-0QZWiWbOmn1oI9J5fLr6VXuVrl2XtvZZMlu0G99pcPQuXn-HkXDFA_5EfS6GQ8_3bj3IZv-KqpDA8bZ/s320/IMG_6267.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2FEUFNmUC4FWLXN23Rho5bOZoQ0Pv7JujNevKwm_bwBrFMi3c_7m9No6EUzLGghLlTKaiSAb5s43KPFXPW-s3iVCN_D44JPz9phXPgvwS7wuRHrMQe8YYEC3LK1LvipXp7kZym7JbpAqx/s1600/IMG_9483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2FEUFNmUC4FWLXN23Rho5bOZoQ0Pv7JujNevKwm_bwBrFMi3c_7m9No6EUzLGghLlTKaiSAb5s43KPFXPW-s3iVCN_D44JPz9phXPgvwS7wuRHrMQe8YYEC3LK1LvipXp7kZym7JbpAqx/s320/IMG_9483.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Leaving for Afghanistan, November 4, 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Yq3b0MRETkvw2ba5wfmC1jeOtAnXXSkQ_RXaSshSWaDAbV0vvJIk7rZPofWnmsTL_ke-BBp8v9QSrGRfOxuCVApCWxiidNRppcLMizDkognGx4MwPmVlNk_luPrb0e2cPKVbloJ-_F1D/s1600/IMG_0371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Yq3b0MRETkvw2ba5wfmC1jeOtAnXXSkQ_RXaSshSWaDAbV0vvJIk7rZPofWnmsTL_ke-BBp8v9QSrGRfOxuCVApCWxiidNRppcLMizDkognGx4MwPmVlNk_luPrb0e2cPKVbloJ-_F1D/s320/IMG_0371.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi194ob8CxGKN8cJIDEOFd8iDf8p2CYfeqghkcj2CxITl5l-BHalBrGP7VIqq5P9pRH_lKPTuHGjlbvlt6Z_z3LNsIpzR3exzE0k3H7ZBkGo6Ll-H9MAiMUC9nQyc76XTkfYhswwck7qssZ/s1600/IMG_0384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi194ob8CxGKN8cJIDEOFd8iDf8p2CYfeqghkcj2CxITl5l-BHalBrGP7VIqq5P9pRH_lKPTuHGjlbvlt6Z_z3LNsIpzR3exzE0k3H7ZBkGo6Ll-H9MAiMUC9nQyc76XTkfYhswwck7qssZ/s320/IMG_0384.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We miss you daddy and can't wait to complete this set of pictures with our best Homecoming yet!</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-24868219291763346212011-07-02T07:13:00.000-07:002011-07-02T07:19:03.081-07:00Starting again....My last post was almost a year ago when Dealer 54 was shot down in Afghanistan. Its been quite an interesting year, as that event effected Patrick and I more than we thought it would and still does.<br />
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Even though I hate when "non military" people say it.....<br />
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Freedom is not Free<br />
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I am going to start back up on this blog because I want Alex to look back and see the silly stuff he used to do and say when he was little. I got a journal and wrote it in one time (that was a month ago), I am more of a computer girl. So here we go.<br />
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Well not really we are heading to HAWAII for the 4th of July to celebrate this wonderful country, being an American and of course those who have fought, continue to fight and and the hero's that gave their lives defending our flag.<br />
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</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-85872328947176286432010-07-22T17:43:00.000-07:002010-07-22T17:43:07.612-07:00Freedom isn't free<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Family and Friends of HMLA-369, you are receiving this message to tell you that your Marine is okay. The Gunfighter family has suffered the loss of two AH-1W pilots during combat operations in Afghanistan on Thursday, July 22. We ask for your prayers and support to the families of these outstanding Marines. Official notification of the next of kin has been completed. </span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b>Please pray for the families of our Fallen Gunfighters.</b></span> </span></span></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-14076354041294738672010-07-10T23:07:00.000-07:002010-07-11T08:03:17.329-07:00Always be happy....Never be satisfied<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Always be happy....Never be satisfied</b></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">My favorite boss/mentor once told me this and I strongly believe in it. However it sometimes leaves me with a taste with what the F am I doing with my life and always looking for something bigger and better....</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I loved being a stay at home mom don't get me wrong but I started to feel like my brain was going to mush and after struggling to find the perfect job and daycare I figured that now that I had found it, it would stifle the urge look for more. Not so much, my brain just came flying back and the search continues....more responsibilities....more what? Who knows?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Late 2009 I had an early <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">pre</span>-deployment breakdown and realized that I am taking this mantra far to literally and I decided I needed to work on my Mind, Body, and Soul (<span class="goog-spellcheck-word">MBS</span>). What a perfect opportunity to work on me but deployment #2. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Step 1 MIND</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Sooooo</span> I decided to finally take my <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">PHR</span> (Professional in Human Resources) exam. For anyone not in Human Resources its our equivalent of testing out of your masters or similar. 1. No I won't be getting a raise I work for a nonprofit. 2. I have been out of school for 6 years but I figured 6 months of studying would be plenty to take this test.....man oh man it was rough and I was 99% sure I failed as I clicked that evil END button on the computer based exam but, I PASSED!!!! And I didn't go crazy with all my bright Mom ideas from my last post. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Step 2 BODY</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I gained 43 pounds when I was pregnant with Alex and lets just say I wasn't "happy" with my body before hand so you can imagine how thrilled I was when the weight that I knew would be gone in 2 months was still hanging around after 4 or 5 months. So my girlfriends and I started going to a Mom's boot camp that kicked our butts 3 days a week and running... slowly but surely the weight was coming off. After joining the YMCA and going 5 days a week for a few months, I was one HOT <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">MILF</span>...not gonna lie. I haven't been that happy with my body in a LONG time. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">So what's was the problem? My hubby came home from Iraq :) Don't get me wrong I am still a <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">MILF</span> but a little softer all over and I miss my hot bod! No really he is a bad influence on me. The man only eats meat and potatoes or fried anything, if I can even get home to cook it. If not, out we go to <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Fudruckers</span> or Outback (YUMMY, I am a sucker for food). Bad news for my gym time because that's when my favorite classes were. I tried to get motivated to go during the day but there are no good classes in the middle of the day. If that wasn't bad enough I got a job...don't get me wrong I love my job but NO time to work out now. When I get home I skip the gym, something about missing Patrick terribly for 7 months. Yes I do have a beautiful gym at work that is literally 5 inches away from my desk (through the wall, just being dramatic) but I can't work out before work or during lunch. Why not join the YMCA again and go after work? Because my poor <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Peterdog</span> is home all day long and I can't do that to him. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Since I have plenty of time at night now I promised myself I would get back into shape. I have the worlds largest collection of work out <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">DVD's</span>: Slim in Six, Thirty day shred, turbo jam, <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Zumba</span> fitness series etc. etc. I want a treadmill but ol' <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Prich</span> gave that the ax, "Jamie you will use it 5 times and then hang cloths on it." <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Grrrrr</span>. So, I will be filling my evenings watching trashy TV and doing work out <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">DVD's</span> praying that it will work. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I really don't have weight to lose (only 3-5 that HAVE to go) mostly just tightening and toning but I have been toying with the idea of getting <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">nutrisystem</span> for a few months to see if that will jump start and help my work out effort? We shall see....</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Step 3 SOUL (</b>This is the tricky one)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I left soul for last on my journey to a better me because I feel like with out the other two I won't be able to fully commit to my <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">MBS</span> mission. I have the most wonderful life and should not have anything to complain about but hey, Always be happy...never be satisfied right? There is nothing easy about being a military wife, but I hate using that as an excuse to allow myself to be depressed or sad or unhappy in anyway. P and I have the most wonderful families to support us. I have the best friends here in Cali that keep me super busy when I am not at work. I am more independent than I ever thought I could be. I am one hell of a mom and my kid is cuter, smarter and sweeter than I deserve. BUT, it is hard not to think how much easier life would be if P wasn't in the military, if we lived down the street from our families etc. So Step 3, is to stop looking at other peoples lives with envy and be thankful for this AMAZING life that I don't deserve. Remind myself that Patrick may not be perfect but he is more than perfect for me. Be honestly and truly happy for people who deserve it, even if I am jealous. Stop judging people and just live my own life. BE HAPPY. period.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">day....LOVE beyond </span><span class="goog-spellcheck-word"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">words</span></span></span></b></span></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-19321093791072587852010-07-10T22:25:00.000-07:002010-07-10T22:25:33.825-07:00I'm Back!!!Its been a while but the first 6 months of 2010 tried to kill me so I have a good excuse right? The not so short version of the craziness is....<br />
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Lots of pre-deployment sadness and trips/visitors...you know how time flies when you don't want it to so April 27th came way to fast. <br />
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Yes I had my study materials since late January and should have used Patrick to help me while I read my books but I didn't so I had to fit in 6 months of studying into 2 months (see next post). While including the below items to the craziness.<br />
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Patrick is a wonderful father/ husband but lets face it the man is a PUSH OVER....Alex whines for 10 seconds he is allowed out of his bed or gets his chocolate milk etc. etc. Soooo I knew that I could not do any big boy transitions until he was gone because lets face it (sorry babe) it would have taken 3 times as long. Why is this a big deal you are wondering? Well any normal person would have looked at the stress in her life and said they can wait until after your test but not me, no I like to torture myself. <br />
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What did I do the day after Patrick left? Changed Alex's bed into a big boy bed....WHAT? Hello dummy, Alex is the worst at going to bed even in his crib and hardly ever sleeps through the night in his room. Well no turning back, lots of bribes and toys later we have somewhat mastered the new bed time routine, he now goes to bed without a huge fight most nights. And to my surprise he sleeps all night! <br />
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I knew Mabel was ready to start potty training with Alex and decided that Memorial day weekend would be a great opportunity to start boooo my first three day weekend and be stuck inside? I think not. There are more details in an earlier post but it sucked too (no studying at all for a full week)....<br />
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Now that I passed my test, big boy is sleeping good and using the potty 100% of the time I have lots of time on my hands...what to do, what to do....its been 2 weeks since my test but I still haven't relaxed. Just waiting on the Cali sunshine to come and some beach days...that should do it!Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-45412736877285141112010-06-07T23:04:00.000-07:002010-06-07T23:04:25.727-07:001 Week Diaper Free<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY9nNQT_V4zFhSjwFrCpbz7ogUKnM7OkRPGPvqLoyrp_rYyOQiiiIeVAa7PNUVZksV8sWH73n-LoYfSDCPrtE_oc6dv5YxYkbo9_FWRCH_E9Vjbj028QyTGEJKMz_hcbJG2fR8mSHvYlp3/s1600/IMG_8527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY9nNQT_V4zFhSjwFrCpbz7ogUKnM7OkRPGPvqLoyrp_rYyOQiiiIeVAa7PNUVZksV8sWH73n-LoYfSDCPrtE_oc6dv5YxYkbo9_FWRCH_E9Vjbj028QyTGEJKMz_hcbJG2fR8mSHvYlp3/s320/IMG_8527.JPG" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Goooooooooo ALEX!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We are 1 week daytime diaper free with only 3 accidents total(all of which were my fault)! He hates putting on a diaper for nap and bedtime. So excited, Alex loves going potty "just like daddy," and he also enjoys going potty in public restrooms. Gross I know but you gotta let that go for potty training, my options are sit on the potty or pee in your pants. Saddle up partner thats what wipes are for! His Potty Block filled up with stickers (on the piano) so we made him a poster. So DAMN cute I can't stand it!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Goooooooo Mommy!</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-474929358502762112010-06-02T06:55:00.000-07:002010-06-02T08:46:41.829-07:00The Meza's<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-54wl-LCvVTnEC-xhXPsQipvuh2Q9PPfL9PbYS952HNCDQpar2RNatB9LVCfDBt2sdUZUH9pYWJ6YVtDGyRgDDomDOsICC0V07sJDvk42ns2I4p6GOEfQrKLyzOzb3b09TQg5P1p8yaKP/s1600/IMG_7760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-54wl-LCvVTnEC-xhXPsQipvuh2Q9PPfL9PbYS952HNCDQpar2RNatB9LVCfDBt2sdUZUH9pYWJ6YVtDGyRgDDomDOsICC0V07sJDvk42ns2I4p6GOEfQrKLyzOzb3b09TQg5P1p8yaKP/s320/IMG_7760.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Alex's 2nd Birthday Party</em></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>We have been so fortunate to have found Mabel and Tomas to watch Alex while we are at work. Words can not express how much they have helped us/me through the past almost year. They have helped me with all my significant parenting issues: no routine, no naps, the special cup, deployment blues, late nights at work, potty training. They treat Alex like family and I couldn't ask for more!Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-74245091142396471732010-06-01T23:40:00.000-07:002010-06-02T08:42:33.371-07:00Dear Potty Training....You Suck! But Mabel is always right!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div>So instead of retyping my insanity of a mindset after this weekend. I will just cut and paste the portion of the email i sent to Patrick about how awesome our kid is! No really...He is awesome! </div><div><br />
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</div><div>Lots of plans for the memorial day weekend - Security system install Sat + Sarah's Pool Party Sunday + 2 dad's Pool party Monday = a hard to potty training weekend. I tried to talk myself up to tell Mabel I wasn't ready to start potty training since I have a HUGE June. But Friday came and she was ready so i figured ready or not. Typically for the cold turkey potty training method you stay home inside naked all weekend and just potty potty potty but HELLZ no it was memorial day and I was getting some sun! So I just told myself that i would give the best effort i could and see how it goes. Plan of action "lets go potty" every 30 mins not ask "do you have to potty" then give a sticker for his potty block (piece of wood with his name on it(i'll send a picture)). well, Sat and Sunday were HELL no HELLLLLLLLLLLL. Alex would scream like the potty was on fire and he hated big boy chonies(undies in Spanish). 20 min in the bathroom i would give up and go play and within 3 min he would pee in his chonies. 10 outfits and chonie changes later. GRRRRRR. Stickers are not a good bribe. I promised Mabel i would try but clearly Alex didn't know what it felt like to have to pee. By Sunday night at Chrissy's i was almost in tears and i just didn't want to force him anymore. So the bed time diaper went on at like 7 rather than 8:30. Alex and i got up at 7 as usual and he said "big chonies no diaper" and i almost cried and said NOOOOOOOO but i promised Mabel I would try. So big chonies it was. HE DID AWESOME ALL DAY MONDAY! He only had 1 accident at like 10 am at chrissy's then at 8pm when he was exhausted from swimming all day. EVERYTIME he had to Pee or poop (which is really rare) he told me "oh no gotta potty". I am sooo proud of him. I can't believe i almost gave up on him, bad mom! Today was Mabel and Tomas's turn so I was pumped. Big boy Thomas chonies went on this morning and i packed 6 extra chonies and 4 shorts. I told them all about the weekend and of course they had heard my story 10 times before with other parents and gave me a pep talk. Went back at 5pm and guess what! SAME Thomas chonies! NO Accidents all day! We even went to walmart tonight to grocery shop and he said mommy Potty! WOW WOW WOW i can not believe it! Patrick your little man is smart and amazing! Thank you for such a blessing! We did good! Turns out a good high five and flushing the potty himself are the best reward system possible. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>So Stoked...its the simple things in life that mean the most. I really wish Patrick was here to celebrate, enjoy and stress over these milestones but soon enough. </div><div><br />
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We love you and are proud of you Patrick!Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-52716141818320296992010-03-26T21:56:00.001-07:002010-06-07T23:05:53.335-07:00Life of a Military WifeLots of moving… Moving… Moving… Moving far from home… Moving two cars, three kids and one dog…all riding with HER of course.<br />
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Moving sofas to basements because they won’t go in THIS house<br />
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Moving curtains that won’t fit.<br />
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Moving jobs and certifications and professional development hours.<br />
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Moving away from friends; Moving toward new friends.<br />
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Moving her most important luggage: her trunk full of memories.<br />
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Often waiting… Waiting… Waiting… Waiting for housing.<br />
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Waiting for orders.<br />
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Waiting for deployments.<br />
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Waiting for phone calls.<br />
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Waiting for reunions.<br />
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Waiting for letters to arrive.<br />
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Waiting for him to come home…For dinner…AGAIN!<br />
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They call her ‘Military Dependent’, but she knows better: She is fiercely In-Dependent.<br />
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She can balance a check book; Handle the yard work; Fix a noisy toilet; Bury the family pet… She is intimately familiar with drywall anchors and toggle bolts. She can file the taxes; Sell a house; Buy a car; Or set up a move… …..all with ONE Power of Attorney.<br />
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She welcomes neighbors that don’t welcome her.<br />
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She reinvents her career with every PCS.<br />
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Locates a house in the desert, The Arctic, Or the deep south. And learns to call them all ‘home’. She MAKES them all home.<br />
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Military Wives are somewhat hasty… They leap into: Decorating, Leadership, Volunteering, Career alternatives, Churches, And friendships. They don’t have 15 years to get to know people. Their roots are short but flexible. They plant annuals for themselves and perennials for those who come after them.<br />
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Military Wives quickly learn to value each other: They connect over coffee, Rely on the spouse network, Accept offers of friendship and favors, Record addresses in pencil…<br />
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Military Wives have a common bond: The Military Wife has a husband unlike other husbands; his commitment is unique. He doesn’t have a ‘JOB’ He has a ‘MISSION’ that he can’t just decide to quit… He’s on-call for his country 24/7. But for her, he’s the most unreliable guy in town!<br />
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His language is foreign: TDY PCS OPR SOS ACC BDU ACU BAR CIB TAD And so, a Military Wife is a translator for her family and his. She is the long- distance link to keep them informed; the glue that holds them together.<br />
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A Military Wife has her moments: She wants to wring his neck; Dye his uniform pink; Refuse to move to Siberia; But she pulls herself together. Give her a few days, A travel brochure, A long hot bath, A pledge to the flag, A wedding picture, And she goes.<br />
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She packs.<br />
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She moves.<br />
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She follows.<br />
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Why? What for? How come?<br />
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You may think it is because she has lost her mind. But actually it is because she has lost her heart. It was stolen from her by a man, Who puts duty first, Who longs to deploy, Who salutes the flag, And whose boots in the doorway remind her that as long as he is her Military Husband, She will remain his military wife.<br />
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And would have it no other way.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-51927193882768467952010-03-07T14:00:00.001-08:002010-03-07T14:00:50.274-08:00Flash Cards<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4M2eOg_kDQg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4M2eOg_kDQg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-85709597461805129032010-03-04T21:35:00.001-08:002010-03-04T21:39:11.191-08:00Its amazing....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnXecZRW5ZsMCPqerJcmTRdiOUnGhX5_Zio-rP0lcTB3-pS4yerp2jx6dYlg47dlbLeIiE5xKrejg20KypBzo2gGElRi8KVzsGtFu8thyphenhyphendRcNRCGfTx8qu5oQlDAOTDWsTg4zVNR7clVr/s1600-h/0053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnXecZRW5ZsMCPqerJcmTRdiOUnGhX5_Zio-rP0lcTB3-pS4yerp2jx6dYlg47dlbLeIiE5xKrejg20KypBzo2gGElRi8KVzsGtFu8thyphenhyphendRcNRCGfTx8qu5oQlDAOTDWsTg4zVNR7clVr/s320/0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445020074217199490" /></a><br />Its amazing that four years ago I married the love of my life! March 4, 2006 was spent with some of the best people anyone could ask for, I wish we could relive that awesome night. Thanks Daddy and Mama Rud for forking out the $$$ for one hell of a wedding. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijoOzYamSmUpEhNHXf_xwTpkYXfxL0Y62SrV-NEtqkAAAtagYctuUAtkTcmxcaVFMey7Rm-Ph_9-Cg9NHVDYhhQJ8n1KJ4gtKRSWYYuhLDaJTEQRcVRzfaNzcUSWEVxeItpKUedUYex-iC/s1600-h/0335.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijoOzYamSmUpEhNHXf_xwTpkYXfxL0Y62SrV-NEtqkAAAtagYctuUAtkTcmxcaVFMey7Rm-Ph_9-Cg9NHVDYhhQJ8n1KJ4gtKRSWYYuhLDaJTEQRcVRzfaNzcUSWEVxeItpKUedUYex-iC/s320/0335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445020087621477202" /></a>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-40126153652069122702010-02-28T08:52:00.000-08:002010-02-28T08:57:44.728-08:00HI DAD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyx05Mq6_-ReW6WzOU7CaDk5uh3fUzuASMxDrV2AaGOlcKbyFI9J5PyM0ZcbeITJoB8tSEvzLunTYUB70HEunZ9Xwu3hafph1MvOGoBDICMqc3EJzHWTltdiLF-BxD5e8sRIjtyCGx0qXp/s1600-h/IMG_7790.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyx05Mq6_-ReW6WzOU7CaDk5uh3fUzuASMxDrV2AaGOlcKbyFI9J5PyM0ZcbeITJoB8tSEvzLunTYUB70HEunZ9Xwu3hafph1MvOGoBDICMqc3EJzHWTltdiLF-BxD5e8sRIjtyCGx0qXp/s320/IMG_7790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443339493782080098" /></a><br />My Dad let me know today he reads my blog :) So Glad someone does.....LOVE YOU DAD! You too MOM <3Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-67107076542205622772010-02-23T20:55:00.000-08:002010-02-24T22:30:12.506-08:00Whoa Whoa WhoaIts been a long tough week with the "Alex cry daddy bye bye" business, but to test my own patience I think, i decided it was time to say good bye to the training cup we so lovingly call the "bock." Sunday night was the last "bock" and boy has it been loud and whiny on Plumosa St. Then as I was gearing up for evening 2 of no "bock" Mabel sat me down for the Potty training Pep talk...she wanted to start this weekend ...cold turkey potty training. WOW really? I am all about doing it ASAP but just wasn't mentally ready for it this week. Lucky for me we are going on vacation in 3 weeks and will be in the car a lot so that pushes off potty training until the beginning of April when Daddy will be home! PHEW....its 8:30 thats a reasonable bed time right? Good night! <div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Bye Bye Bock</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9iQ29XeLyzR-Onpj3XAlhLjVRHVKFE9mnN0BYI0CE-KHoMwi-h60vsJ5qAe_GOP3BFYYuQy8PQn2ivTa_-oyAfmIqo7xX2RIeRi3bcyiMY8ZTTiwSWMyPRS_pGtLuYfJtBqEDDi5f3aB/s1600-h/Picture.aspx.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9iQ29XeLyzR-Onpj3XAlhLjVRHVKFE9mnN0BYI0CE-KHoMwi-h60vsJ5qAe_GOP3BFYYuQy8PQn2ivTa_-oyAfmIqo7xX2RIeRi3bcyiMY8ZTTiwSWMyPRS_pGtLuYfJtBqEDDi5f3aB/s320/Picture.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441671486963615298" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifARyFh9O-4l4EqvmSOB3PgMex6iS-Mg_QSHWobKvFPC3XOYmXXp2HvngjRzpeP_QCouxnzxmko8l5rLCkplCQm5847o_-tM8TRqNBrRHN7nQKoH9F-Mr0Jg8PwOuK9Hh-qpUv8RCc9eHC/s1600-h/potty-training-a-boy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifARyFh9O-4l4EqvmSOB3PgMex6iS-Mg_QSHWobKvFPC3XOYmXXp2HvngjRzpeP_QCouxnzxmko8l5rLCkplCQm5847o_-tM8TRqNBrRHN7nQKoH9F-Mr0Jg8PwOuK9Hh-qpUv8RCc9eHC/s320/potty-training-a-boy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441671489354098082" /></a></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-58952468373331742212010-02-18T21:58:00.000-08:002010-02-18T22:06:22.093-08:00We Begin Again!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNuZKhXaMAMx9VMjIPyxU7qesrzYqBX8SiLWV2whYr3BQ4XaApAUMMUhgI0hri1pFz7s4Zd1IlHuLzJU-qLGFNIezDIAeQx0RSrZSueeIidxndlwXZIRYKYKSx-Z6XnVbYUNTNdwUT095v/s1600-h/IMG_7740.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNuZKhXaMAMx9VMjIPyxU7qesrzYqBX8SiLWV2whYr3BQ4XaApAUMMUhgI0hri1pFz7s4Zd1IlHuLzJU-qLGFNIezDIAeQx0RSrZSueeIidxndlwXZIRYKYKSx-Z6XnVbYUNTNdwUT095v/s320/IMG_7740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439831939262340018" /></a><br />Its been a while....not sure if anyone follows this blog but for my own sanity I will continue. Deployment 2010 is just around the corner and Patrick left today for a 3 week work up. Mohave Viper Training...we are not friends....<div><br /></div><div>My biggest concern for our second deployment is going to be Alex.... When Patrick left for Iraq Big Al was only 7 months old, his only real bond was with me and so both he and Patrick were "ok" with the deployment separation. This time not so much....we are talking full on BFF. When Patrick left this morning for training and gave a different "bye" than normal, Alex totally knew that something was up. Every time I have told him no he YELLS for DADDY. I know I will be fine, its a part of this life but boy oh boy this is gonna be tough if the hysterical crying for Daddy lasts long. </div><div><br /></div><div>Its mean to say but I am wishing away precious time with my son just to have my husband back...life of a military spouse, double edge sword. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hurry up November 2010!</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-61707638358723015772009-11-21T13:18:00.000-08:002009-11-21T13:39:34.961-08:00Happy Birthday Marines!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkci-0CsVV_2SfggzNC3wuxxwihU4RMumwLOfrHA_bUN0zOOsx09gmag2A0fo3XDdbyyy4pMptQ6nnc7n_wRk_cuKTHPdsYERHf0cUB-IGpozq6q1fDMgrApWaTAx5JRcMqVgLtzTsMc_/s1600/IMG_7161.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkci-0CsVV_2SfggzNC3wuxxwihU4RMumwLOfrHA_bUN0zOOsx09gmag2A0fo3XDdbyyy4pMptQ6nnc7n_wRk_cuKTHPdsYERHf0cUB-IGpozq6q1fDMgrApWaTAx5JRcMqVgLtzTsMc_/s320/IMG_7161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406671526173370754" /></a><br />HMLA 369 celebrated the USMC Birthday on Thursday at Harrah's Casino and we had the best time. Its so crazy to sit through the hour long ceremony every year and still have chills the entire time. You can't help but tear up/cry like a baby out of pride, happiness, fear of being lonely again soon, friendship, love. A room full of 300+ men & women who are heros plus their loved ones celebrating the few and the proud, the HOTTEST...The Marines. <div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Color Guard </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz76Eryd-tuZ1dbFdA5hU3VlvbSp1vEl3NJjHhII0EX-Faea66OFPCdHKRwyQ2gCcDqzPyXqsLULYGkHhzw6mhj3jeRQEHSDDy3YfLxn5c6Zr9nG8fYluNDffaWoGQOOsG50TN2G5m-fxq/s1600/IMG_7182.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz76Eryd-tuZ1dbFdA5hU3VlvbSp1vEl3NJjHhII0EX-Faea66OFPCdHKRwyQ2gCcDqzPyXqsLULYGkHhzw6mhj3jeRQEHSDDy3YfLxn5c6Zr9nG8fYluNDffaWoGQOOsG50TN2G5m-fxq/s320/IMG_7182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406672683518179394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">HMLA 369 Birthday Ball</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFcyLuG43q3mOI0BfbAzVnkqxTtakaMJEeyf6xJvpyFDO9GY9l-z9GbXEHDVvlUf9wjEbUBjUjEc1UuhNwexH3-9Wl4WPBeUFB-pWYm9d8UNvLbFhPK0HiqddveDbXeOcuEJgA_HBD4ya0/s1600/IMG_7180.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFcyLuG43q3mOI0BfbAzVnkqxTtakaMJEeyf6xJvpyFDO9GY9l-z9GbXEHDVvlUf9wjEbUBjUjEc1UuhNwexH3-9Wl4WPBeUFB-pWYm9d8UNvLbFhPK0HiqddveDbXeOcuEJgA_HBD4ya0/s320/IMG_7180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406672676198505090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Gunfigher Gals</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguMsW3woRLk4hJSsNB19hk8fp7yM9d488HWwa7JvZ6XFeuycmkLOF8Om8qSvn8y036bAUmzZUauxfgwG6UJVaTY_gH8H1ym2FoKkNRXKO7O6T5YSctWYt-QJSpcKxNqv_Nlz8F0iSGrC6Q/s1600/12631_1304070120697_1198807387_30888784_3733287_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguMsW3woRLk4hJSsNB19hk8fp7yM9d488HWwa7JvZ6XFeuycmkLOF8Om8qSvn8y036bAUmzZUauxfgwG6UJVaTY_gH8H1ym2FoKkNRXKO7O6T5YSctWYt-QJSpcKxNqv_Nlz8F0iSGrC6Q/s320/12631_1304070120697_1198807387_30888784_3733287_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406672672826486242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Diana Chrissy and I before the Ball</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9_Ihio9Oalw4FJ_CjnoHxkrGkgw_W8C3j7WG6zBYVuSlZB3lFTNtVxh9I8ULpac1PSGaPJK6mT-gDL_EUIMmDoSFWCpg116RD3vVOfKvJDazRtAPpl4uQxIaIIN2CoE-EZ0QPYyV-2dm/s1600/IMG_7140.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9_Ihio9Oalw4FJ_CjnoHxkrGkgw_W8C3j7WG6zBYVuSlZB3lFTNtVxh9I8ULpac1PSGaPJK6mT-gDL_EUIMmDoSFWCpg116RD3vVOfKvJDazRtAPpl4uQxIaIIN2CoE-EZ0QPYyV-2dm/s320/IMG_7140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406672668789882626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Chuck and Bob Wives<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42o4eEyowSJZifzpZsbQ1FxkGQP142pbp-9Tqcbj5Zrrgbl9sBZ5OzcXRd0mPCVptpO6zW5qGYv7uihVdoGSogxT5p8wrd3l2fNTJvjuNtKr9WwjBDk9KLRztBK9eT8pgplEmJqRxs8t2/s1600/IMG_7144.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42o4eEyowSJZifzpZsbQ1FxkGQP142pbp-9Tqcbj5Zrrgbl9sBZ5OzcXRd0mPCVptpO6zW5qGYv7uihVdoGSogxT5p8wrd3l2fNTJvjuNtKr9WwjBDk9KLRztBK9eT8pgplEmJqRxs8t2/s320/IMG_7144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406672658776243202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">All the ladies with Chad</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNPlQhkaI1H2hm67XleE40FRBl0iL6eOwKf5luQbdpsCRou8PIXVtZ5ySI-eBXjC9cOwdHPAbiNw8STrzgRIhOmFhGdc_uYDvbzT35uKm58NO_FhxLXv6GkSZClzPTGq4xJ9Siub4wKBEP/s1600/IMG_7162.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNPlQhkaI1H2hm67XleE40FRBl0iL6eOwKf5luQbdpsCRou8PIXVtZ5ySI-eBXjC9cOwdHPAbiNw8STrzgRIhOmFhGdc_uYDvbzT35uKm58NO_FhxLXv6GkSZClzPTGq4xJ9Siub4wKBEP/s320/IMG_7162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406671516575569442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The fella's</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaqZbYfL_q5QK2LGKI-x0h11t-6BaLgVjChTe8Tk_H3QRmm9pPMPnLDoshw3sYj4HP_kZZVtU9SHjuZk-efuJqeK7dRR9PVok6cPDHaoou7meKDiXncnFh3b2GhxWH0XLt9xnp0JtVenz_/s1600/IMG_7169.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaqZbYfL_q5QK2LGKI-x0h11t-6BaLgVjChTe8Tk_H3QRmm9pPMPnLDoshw3sYj4HP_kZZVtU9SHjuZk-efuJqeK7dRR9PVok6cPDHaoou7meKDiXncnFh3b2GhxWH0XLt9xnp0JtVenz_/s320/IMG_7169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406671513043137762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Gunfighter Salute</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYMxCaJVvjHJIokp7Wte9dMm5c2qfBG6xMK0gwo49xeEE2BHKHtHZnXHYLTwEfpC25qMHAYCY1-5NkJC3i5oCI_0hD7BL887PaSPJGj4glfhfd_FsDmQQ4RQrOO_mnh7ut7z3QiUnvVyp/s1600/IMG_7214.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYMxCaJVvjHJIokp7Wte9dMm5c2qfBG6xMK0gwo49xeEE2BHKHtHZnXHYLTwEfpC25qMHAYCY1-5NkJC3i5oCI_0hD7BL887PaSPJGj4glfhfd_FsDmQQ4RQrOO_mnh7ut7z3QiUnvVyp/s320/IMG_7214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406671503960640354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Chrissy and I</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg58LzcNi4vIM79-7K3Bs1FDhz9vfJWfiYbYjsF2L5bVVM1SyNeoTLe3Rl1N24c_NKn_x2P7VWHkfNMF16kgwPv1OoXtkeDqwVQnjaXCdqubTxb4RvBL51q9C4yL66-szdMfrGsVAXBcLD5/s1600/IMG_7221.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg58LzcNi4vIM79-7K3Bs1FDhz9vfJWfiYbYjsF2L5bVVM1SyNeoTLe3Rl1N24c_NKn_x2P7VWHkfNMF16kgwPv1OoXtkeDqwVQnjaXCdqubTxb4RvBL51q9C4yL66-szdMfrGsVAXBcLD5/s320/IMG_7221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406671496893820514" /></a></div></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-26956764126350505582009-11-14T20:03:00.001-08:002009-11-14T21:08:00.483-08:00Happy Halloween<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">We had a great time in VA.....Happy Hallowe</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">e</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">n</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNusz_Wv29G0iliD1PgzRdR-QeWhJX62UOJXJ0qvsTKZ_SfK8jFStJdKJ1kC9a_-RZvewpXsZLL8_FbKu40ei3SsDSBaQPCK_Jq3IBaSOavnkBeCWYmPScZIs6BCt4XW6NJEWuHxHgTvaX/s1600-h/IMG_7063.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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I can't say enough about Mabel and Thomas making the transition so easy for me. I am so thankful I found them 20 hours before I started my new job. I am loving my new job and feel like I didn't miss a day let alone 2 years and got right back in the swing of things. Our mornings are pretty rough because Alex cries all the way down the street then screams bloody murder as I say goodbye and run out the door. Mabel says that Alex stops almost instantly and has a great time all day. I love seeing that smile at 5:15 everyday. Enjoy some pictures of Alex at daycare.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKnVfjYbeqK-m9sHwdfAEZnmwjyV-nS4m_VRYcy6HaokgWvcO78D8leUHV7rIThlALPgdB5WfQsGEyoSjID1lEwWI-5Bpw7hKA5ZrtQ99QB4Tx4jPxiuBlxoWmCQprNxhNUWKmKSlMShc6/s1600-h/061.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKnVfjYbeqK-m9sHwdfAEZnmwjyV-nS4m_VRYcy6HaokgWvcO78D8leUHV7rIThlALPgdB5WfQsGEyoSjID1lEwWI-5Bpw7hKA5ZrtQ99QB4Tx4jPxiuBlxoWmCQprNxhNUWKmKSlMShc6/s320/061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378365077040417170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR61Oa50GJzkNuUgLiXexSKf4IvvqGq5UfhPHrGUHjFcvpdemRnKVlrx40sVdAmFn9FsuGG_zpZJ0S6l_aI4OXlt-2IXJPjmODp89IkNp4xp5Y4b5Y2anFgteOTtDM3gmSAmOXQaRYHtEL/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR61Oa50GJzkNuUgLiXexSKf4IvvqGq5UfhPHrGUHjFcvpdemRnKVlrx40sVdAmFn9FsuGG_zpZJ0S6l_aI4OXlt-2IXJPjmODp89IkNp4xp5Y4b5Y2anFgteOTtDM3gmSAmOXQaRYHtEL/s320/051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378365061271486434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHBusS1TB7RqktfK4oXho4Y4sHmydV0SrjpAm4h3DwZhqTkG8j4RvBLK2mxmKAZgdwGq7c_8lMbeQ0ffcI_g5i7doncYjLaY_1n7sbLSIWjOWq2g0Loq6YIT6of2UrOXZ3FtsnM0B6_R-h/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHBusS1TB7RqktfK4oXho4Y4sHmydV0SrjpAm4h3DwZhqTkG8j4RvBLK2mxmKAZgdwGq7c_8lMbeQ0ffcI_g5i7doncYjLaY_1n7sbLSIWjOWq2g0Loq6YIT6of2UrOXZ3FtsnM0B6_R-h/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378365049496900370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QZFxU0sl9_-8xmuayzivuz0_m2oXXr_zUA8M41iF0k4WKk8DlgoQBK_jeZYywxGbo-L1Y6ifAbfbGIOcxGIY4PhmjCFk78Z0GtggD6l272KyJt8ak6l-gEOzdBlAYXBO6wpSzS5kzGU8/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QZFxU0sl9_-8xmuayzivuz0_m2oXXr_zUA8M41iF0k4WKk8DlgoQBK_jeZYywxGbo-L1Y6ifAbfbGIOcxGIY4PhmjCFk78Z0GtggD6l272KyJt8ak6l-gEOzdBlAYXBO6wpSzS5kzGU8/s320/036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378365043055721618" /></a>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-89667781126204966262009-08-21T19:03:00.000-07:002009-08-21T19:14:19.929-07:00I GOT THE JOB!!!!<div>You are looking at (well the blog of) the new HR Specialist of Recruitment and Training for TERI, Inc in Oceanside, CA!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.teriinc.org/index.php?parent_id=1&top_cms_id=1">www.teriinc.org</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 0); ">TERI (Training, Education & Research Institute) is a private, non-profit agency serving the needs of children and adults with autism and other developmental and learning disabilities, and their families. Through programs that enrich our clients lives and focus on the potential in all of us, we are able to provide families with supports throughout their child's lifespan.</span></div><div><br /></div>I am super excited because this job is exactly what I want to do, exactly where I want to do it. Actually its too close because I am gonna have to drive farther to take Alex to daycare then drive back almost home =) I am feeling a little guilty about going back because I want to and not because I have to but its now or never.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-71371331150379758762009-08-20T09:05:00.000-07:002009-08-20T09:09:21.022-07:00RIP Julie Vernars<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEittIjAoPwBaQ3tGg_gMFr8anztzkKqv-rJVHgVNYdAbVHNC9L4_VH2To_Shzj74_s7KQmzEewkajsOgpiQVodNUVz4GP0w5mwJdMpQT_4Ag19TU8uWs3ZayQn9cTf_-xSWxSfNU8LPIjtd/s1600-h/PC240329.JPG"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEittIjAoPwBaQ3tGg_gMFr8anztzkKqv-rJVHgVNYdAbVHNC9L4_VH2To_Shzj74_s7KQmzEewkajsOgpiQVodNUVz4GP0w5mwJdMpQT_4Ag19TU8uWs3ZayQn9cTf_-xSWxSfNU8LPIjtd/s320/PC240329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372078093398478562" /></a>After a long and hard fight with cancer, my cousin Julie passed away peacefully at home with family. We will miss you at our crazy christmas dinners Julie but I am glad you are in a better place with no more doctors and pain. We love you and will remember you ALWAYS!Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-35474785825617095612009-08-20T08:34:00.000-07:002009-08-20T08:41:32.868-07:00Decisions Decisions DecisionsI have been looking for the "perfect" job since before Alex was born thinking I was going to go back to work when he was 6 months or so. Well 18 months later still no job....every time I got close to taking a job I would feel so bad about leaving Alex and missing things I decided to stay home. Well the time has come and I am ready! I am waiting to hear back from a job that sounds great really close to home....but to take it or not, I am afraid I am gonna get that guilty feeling because I am leaving him for selfish reasons and not because I have to. <div><br /></div><div>On top of the guilt, I have to find a daycare or preschool that I like...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">haha</span> ya right...Alex and I are on our own schedule which is no schedule, and the boy is addicted to his "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ba</span>." I kind of feel bad for whoever is going to try and get this boy on a napping and bottle schedule. I have been to a few preschool type <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">daycare</span> and they are teaching 18 month <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">olds</span> algebra, well not really but almost. I want Alex to stay a baby for a while, so if I do get and take this job he will be going to a home daycare. </div><div><br /></div><div>Can you tell I am having a hard time?</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-52390671618975744782009-08-17T08:27:00.000-07:002009-08-17T08:48:07.456-07:00Bobby?!?!?!?!Before Patrick got home I worked hard to make sure Alex remembered him and knew that he was "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Da</span>." SUCCESS, every time we pointed to a picture of Patrick Alex would scream "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Da</span>." Lately we get a full "Daddy," all the grandparents are "Pa," Every toy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tv</span> show has a name but nothing for me **tear**<div><br /></div><div>Well we all are aware of my child's addiction to Milk and his cup we call "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ba</span>" so for a few months we have had to listen to "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ba</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ba</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ba</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ba</span>...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ba</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ba</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ba</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">ba</span>!" Don't get me wrong its awesome to hear Alex talk but when mixed with a whine its can make for a long day. About a month ago when looking at pictures on the computer he kept saying "Ba" when I was in the picture, next he said "Boon" when he saw the moon and his response to what does a cow say, "boo." Hey I think I am Ba, sweet I have a name =) This week I have graduated to a full "bobby," some might say oh no poor Alex has a speech impediment but don't worry when he wants something (his cup) bad enough he says "Mama <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">baba</span>." I love walking in the door and hearing "HI BOBBY", melts my heart. </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Daddy Busters and Bobby</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHVDon6k9zRN85qA7QRi3Io_1wJQYeM8IMYOcT2hTXU99hFY94wIed7yXmvXhMjNoftpFE51hMIRNpD1joQ1ywVLKVu6Di7KcrNp9aRNq8ghJyPIKRrYk78bve0HJyoK3a8Tgsx7RyWF1F/s1600-h/IMG_5674.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHVDon6k9zRN85qA7QRi3Io_1wJQYeM8IMYOcT2hTXU99hFY94wIed7yXmvXhMjNoftpFE51hMIRNpD1joQ1ywVLKVu6Di7KcrNp9aRNq8ghJyPIKRrYk78bve0HJyoK3a8Tgsx7RyWF1F/s320/IMG_5674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370959409665976642" /></a></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405254808997662543.post-70507302077511038932009-08-10T11:02:00.000-07:002009-08-10T11:04:56.161-07:00Silly BoyAlex LOVES dancing to his drum at night!!!!<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8roni03jF8&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8roni03jF8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Poop Patrol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzLr9NjqTUU&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzLr9NjqTUU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16515209752006266589noreply@blogger.com0