<?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-4360646277224373751</id><updated>2012-02-12T19:24:32.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>J and J</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>305</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-7009058227559247315</id><published>2012-01-15T00:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:12:26.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haley's Daycare</title><content type='html'>Haley loves to pretend to be a teacher and put all her babies to sleep. She will lay them all down and cover them up. Then she has to tell a few of them to stop playing and she will rearrange everybody. Then she sits down in between two babies and pats their backs and will move around until she's patted all of them. She could literally do this for at least an hour. How many sleeping babies can you count in this picture?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WchgI_igwrU/TyWpawBCNZI/AAAAAAAAEQc/riEAt9b17Is/s1600/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WchgI_igwrU/TyWpawBCNZI/AAAAAAAAEQc/riEAt9b17Is/s400/134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703150780165535122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-7009058227559247315?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7009058227559247315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=7009058227559247315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7009058227559247315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7009058227559247315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2012/01/haleys-daycare.html' title='Haley&apos;s Daycare'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WchgI_igwrU/TyWpawBCNZI/AAAAAAAAEQc/riEAt9b17Is/s72-c/134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-1512676440229264290</id><published>2012-01-07T23:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:33:36.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Girl</title><content type='html'>I was changing Michael this morning and realized that it was a little too quiet. I finished up real quick and went and found this in my bedroom.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQewi5LI-hQ/TwUl3lnRz6I/AAAAAAAADxQ/TjekMp7ZnGY/s1600/437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQewi5LI-hQ/TwUl3lnRz6I/AAAAAAAADxQ/TjekMp7ZnGY/s400/437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693998940799750050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, I didn't even leave the pantry open, she got her stool and opened it by herself - I guess she really wanted donuts for breakfast!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xet0Lw7iec0/TwUl3NgLMrI/AAAAAAAADxE/rFysfIS9h2Y/s1600/440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xet0Lw7iec0/TwUl3NgLMrI/AAAAAAAADxE/rFysfIS9h2Y/s400/440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693998934327505586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-1512676440229264290?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/1512676440229264290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=1512676440229264290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1512676440229264290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1512676440229264290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2012/01/sneaky-girl.html' title='Sneaky Girl'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQewi5LI-hQ/TwUl3lnRz6I/AAAAAAAADxQ/TjekMp7ZnGY/s72-c/437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-3155328937692854764</id><published>2012-01-04T23:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:32:27.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Told You</title><content type='html'>that if you didn't take a nap this morning you'd be tired by lunch time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CwjeG2NQOZc/TwUmMgmaY5I/AAAAAAAADxc/APEMyc17lrM/s1600/443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DH2KsQ6w7JQ/TwUw4xLqXRI/AAAAAAAADzg/BVa71im9ChA/s400/381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694011055712918802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael's not so sure about it at first.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VrkwjzaYHo8/TwUw4KY39eI/AAAAAAAADzU/tAadaElvpGs/s1600/383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VrkwjzaYHo8/TwUw4KY39eI/AAAAAAAADzU/tAadaElvpGs/s400/383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694011045299353058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley loved it from the start and knew exactly what to do.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GeII9oeKHF8/TwUw3zlK4PI/AAAAAAAADzI/ypkR2uwRqx8/s1600/394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GeII9oeKHF8/TwUw3zlK4PI/AAAAAAAADzI/ypkR2uwRqx8/s400/394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694011039176909042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a happy girl!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXlDnKPPE5A/TwUw27ZPuiI/AAAAAAAADy8/GIbGJpDg1e4/s1600/395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXlDnKPPE5A/TwUw27ZPuiI/AAAAAAAADy8/GIbGJpDg1e4/s400/395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694011024094509602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael decided it was pretty fun and was bouncing up and down.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9HdHZtQi_k/TwUw2pAU73I/AAAAAAAADyw/zdNlXUGrF3I/s1600/401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9HdHZtQi_k/TwUw2pAU73I/AAAAAAAADyw/zdNlXUGrF3I/s400/401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694011019158155122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He got a chance to crawl around a little while Haley took a break.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-syYsx9s2tzg/TwUoBgwCUTI/AAAAAAAADyY/5le2nTm4l50/s1600/409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-syYsx9s2tzg/TwUoBgwCUTI/AAAAAAAADyY/5le2nTm4l50/s400/409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694001310316253490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He came back to the slide and was hanging out there.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eFrcSnK5Few/TwUoAVjsYPI/AAAAAAAADyM/ZhouMltLWpY/s1600/411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eFrcSnK5Few/TwUoAVjsYPI/AAAAAAAADyM/ZhouMltLWpY/s400/411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694001290131824882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You would think with both kids pretty much trapped in one spot that I could get a decent picture of them together, but not really - this was the best of the bunch.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9QiFpHFYvFU/TwUn_7pSj4I/AAAAAAAADyA/VBFBDS1JsKw/s1600/425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9QiFpHFYvFU/TwUn_7pSj4I/AAAAAAAADyA/VBFBDS1JsKw/s400/425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694001283175976834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this smiley boy decided he liked the present.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QjwWUHO738E/TwUn_OwOjuI/AAAAAAAADx0/E4ImCPzLDVQ/s1600/429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QjwWUHO738E/TwUn_OwOjuI/AAAAAAAADx0/E4ImCPzLDVQ/s400/429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694001271125479138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bounce house was extremely easy to blow up and take down, but not so easy to fold up. I know it will get a lot of use. Thank You Granddaddy!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hp1cXpbXKJU/TwUn-96g1RI/AAAAAAAADxo/TIlyMdGpTAA/s1600/433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hp1cXpbXKJU/TwUn-96g1RI/AAAAAAAADxo/TIlyMdGpTAA/s400/433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694001266605217042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-1386641160758024458?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/1386641160758024458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=1386641160758024458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1386641160758024458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1386641160758024458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-present.html' title='A New Present'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DH2KsQ6w7JQ/TwUw4xLqXRI/AAAAAAAADzg/BVa71im9ChA/s72-c/381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-2312057116947408683</id><published>2011-12-30T00:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:31:11.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haley and Daddy at the Farm</title><content type='html'>After Christmas Justin took Haley to Manning and then to Beaufort for a couple of days, while Michael and I came back home because I had to work. Haley was really excited about seeing Granddaddy and riding on the big tractor.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7CRUwi3v0E/TyDjhKmjvTI/AAAAAAAAEPI/nSPIagLSlQU/s1600/318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7CRUwi3v0E/TyDjhKmjvTI/AAAAAAAAEPI/nSPIagLSlQU/s400/318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701807287172316466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He even let her steer for awhile.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5JK58P8-VM/TyDjfzzu40I/AAAAAAAAEO8/2Th1i0eFzb0/s1600/326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5JK58P8-VM/TyDjfzzu40I/AAAAAAAAEO8/2Th1i0eFzb0/s400/326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701807263873688386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had a good time, and they stopped to collect some cotton for her, which she brought home to show Michael.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93R-3i18Xfc/TyDjfE1Gk9I/AAAAAAAAEOw/pLTEazH7rdo/s1600/329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93R-3i18Xfc/TyDjfE1Gk9I/AAAAAAAAEOw/pLTEazH7rdo/s400/329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701807251262968786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There sure is a lot of love between these two!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQgEbo0BGFY/TyDjef4mN2I/AAAAAAAAEOk/KVZpXlf-NxU/s1600/331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQgEbo0BGFY/TyDjef4mN2I/AAAAAAAAEOk/KVZpXlf-NxU/s400/331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701807241345513314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next it was time to go see the piggies. Justin pointed out some pig poop outside though, so then Haley thought all the pigs had poop on them and didn't want to touch any of the babies.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECXz4bVaOys/TyDjeACvZZI/AAAAAAAAEOY/FpjxV_znqEk/s1600/336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECXz4bVaOys/TyDjeACvZZI/AAAAAAAAEOY/FpjxV_znqEk/s400/336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701807232798123410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She liked looking at them though, and seeing the brand new piggies.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp4G9iPWBXc/TyDhDsHrbwI/AAAAAAAAEOM/YpJAOK9SZ3M/s1600/341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp4G9iPWBXc/TyDhDsHrbwI/AAAAAAAAEOM/YpJAOK9SZ3M/s400/341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701804581750271746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure she was explaining to Granddaddy how everything works here.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jANeSgjngAk/TyDhDIWpm3I/AAAAAAAAEOA/IviN3cbDWBg/s1600/348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jANeSgjngAk/TyDhDIWpm3I/AAAAAAAAEOA/IviN3cbDWBg/s400/348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701804572149390194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then she helped him feed the Mama pigs.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPgobHpw1Qo/TyDhCFdiahI/AAAAAAAAEN0/Mb4tMRoNH-s/s1600/362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPgobHpw1Qo/TyDhCFdiahI/AAAAAAAAEN0/Mb4tMRoNH-s/s400/362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701804554193103378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They went to look in a different kind of house, and then went on one more tractor ride.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pN8-iImeZug/TyDhBKPhtII/AAAAAAAAENo/CrZQ_HcV_1o/s1600/368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pN8-iImeZug/TyDhBKPhtII/AAAAAAAAENo/CrZQ_HcV_1o/s400/368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701804538296644738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They all went to Beaufort with Vicki and Grandma for a couple of days, and then Justin and Haley came home to join us. Haley said maybe when Michael gets bigger he can go to the farm, but right now he's too little.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-clMjCRAtmzc/TyDhAn3vKCI/AAAAAAAAENc/qvcx25YC_mk/s1600/376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-clMjCRAtmzc/TyDhAn3vKCI/AAAAAAAAENc/qvcx25YC_mk/s400/376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701804529070057506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-2312057116947408683?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/2312057116947408683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=2312057116947408683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2312057116947408683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2312057116947408683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/haley-and-daddy-at-farm.html' title='Haley and Daddy at the Farm'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7CRUwi3v0E/TyDjhKmjvTI/AAAAAAAAEPI/nSPIagLSlQU/s72-c/318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-5283435771463292183</id><published>2011-12-29T23:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:29:09.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas #5 (with the Ganns)</title><content type='html'>After leaving Grandma's we headed over to Toby and Lina's for Christmas dinner with the Ganns. Haley remembered Coco the bunny from last year and wanted to see her again. She also learned that Tinkerbell was the other bunny, and she scratches, so we couldn't hold her.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mm-CBqNONww/TyDe6yJFtHI/AAAAAAAAENQ/MgkLD6Msf5U/s1600/244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mm-CBqNONww/TyDe6yJFtHI/AAAAAAAAENQ/MgkLD6Msf5U/s400/244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701802229724722290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael started out the evening feeling pretty good.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vPchlqA2cVg/TyDe5-sw8aI/AAAAAAAAENE/W-34wKWwV3w/s1600/247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vPchlqA2cVg/TyDe5-sw8aI/AAAAAAAAENE/W-34wKWwV3w/s400/247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701802215915712930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He chased Haley around the kitchen island a couple of times, which was funny.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv8agxA4WA8/TyDe5g_mpII/AAAAAAAAEM4/c8aqKArFsGI/s1600/258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv8agxA4WA8/TyDe5g_mpII/AAAAAAAAEM4/c8aqKArFsGI/s400/258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701802207941665922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a delicious dinner, where Haley was so excited about her place seating card. She asked me to carry it for her and called it her ticket. After dinner the kids opened presents.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--s1oi2V9Fb0/TyDdp9oOmiI/AAAAAAAAEMo/WDk8P0bnikc/s1600/262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--s1oi2V9Fb0/TyDdp9oOmiI/AAAAAAAAEMo/WDk8P0bnikc/s400/262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701800841238714914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley got to go first, and of course she opened Michael's too.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0LuHhNyOTo/TyDdpDT94pI/AAAAAAAAEMc/h7i3eZ8M-LQ/s1600/264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0LuHhNyOTo/TyDdpDT94pI/AAAAAAAAEMc/h7i3eZ8M-LQ/s400/264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701800825584476818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breland was having so much fun with Michael she almost forgot to open her presents.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57kZR1_SqJc/TyDdoV0gTaI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/4a3MAXHDoJo/s1600/269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57kZR1_SqJc/TyDdoV0gTaI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/4a3MAXHDoJo/s400/269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701800813372919202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suebella promised Gray he was getting a lump of coal for Christmas, and he was pretty surprised when that's what he actually got!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aoxZlpx939g/TyDdn0oD6AI/AAAAAAAAEME/XGFwqOyncp0/s1600/273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aoxZlpx939g/TyDdn0oD6AI/AAAAAAAAEME/XGFwqOyncp0/s400/273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701800804462356482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley opened her jewelery box right away and started decorating it. (and leaving little diamond stickers all over)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh3AoYGtoOE/TyDdnY7sBvI/AAAAAAAAEL4/Fxn1SZLU9_M/s1600/278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh3AoYGtoOE/TyDdnY7sBvI/AAAAAAAAEL4/Fxn1SZLU9_M/s400/278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701800797028484850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael had a good time hanging out with Toby and playing with Breland.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QHph-Vn7dDs/TyDbi9AyciI/AAAAAAAAELo/g1h-PJeK_tk/s1600/282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QHph-Vn7dDs/TyDbi9AyciI/AAAAAAAAELo/g1h-PJeK_tk/s400/282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701798521790951970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then the kids started playing Just Dance on the Wii, which was pretty entertaining. Kyle was really good, and I think Gray and I have the same no rhythm issues.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4xkQK5lTHIE/TyDbhEBdh6I/AAAAAAAAELQ/sU2roDp_TEA/s1600/293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4xkQK5lTHIE/TyDbhEBdh6I/AAAAAAAAELQ/sU2roDp_TEA/s400/293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701798489313085346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley danced a tiny bit with Breland and Sophia, but was a little shy in front of everyone. She really had a good time with Taylor, Breland and Sophia though. And they were so sweet playing with her.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oirworoa_Mg/TyDbgY6p4oI/AAAAAAAAELE/caecYRJKMIE/s1600/307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oirworoa_Mg/TyDbgY6p4oI/AAAAAAAAELE/caecYRJKMIE/s400/307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701798477741810306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we tried to get again for some pictures, but this was about the best one. I don't know when we will learn that we should do that first when the kids are happy instead of waiting untl the end of the night.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ppPWWbT-rkw/TyDbgGcdweI/AAAAAAAAEK4/6po8YE-TO1k/s1600/313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ppPWWbT-rkw/TyDbgGcdweI/AAAAAAAAEK4/6po8YE-TO1k/s400/313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701798472783348194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It went by so fast, but it was really great seeing all of Sue's family. I have a picture of the whole group that I need to scan and then I'll add it here. We did miss Arrie though, and are praying for a fast and complete recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-5283435771463292183?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/5283435771463292183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=5283435771463292183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5283435771463292183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5283435771463292183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-5-with-ganns.html' title='Christmas #5 (with the Ganns)'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mm-CBqNONww/TyDe6yJFtHI/AAAAAAAAENQ/MgkLD6Msf5U/s72-c/244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-687627828866999979</id><published>2011-12-28T23:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:24:23.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas #4 (with the Munns)</title><content type='html'>After spending a little time with Santa presents (and a lot of time getting dressed and ready) we headed over to Grandma's house. We got to see Grandma, Haley's Vicki, Elizabeth and even got to see Matthew later. Granddaddy and Alyson had to work, so we missed them. Michael was happy but still not feeling great.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCsClKn7YLg/TyDZbMft_KI/AAAAAAAAEKs/JPgMzXbSSKQ/s1600/203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCsClKn7YLg/TyDZbMft_KI/AAAAAAAAEKs/JPgMzXbSSKQ/s400/203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701796189485005986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley was really into opening presents this year and didn't mind opening all of Michael's for him either!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-20jtj_FyCoo/TyDX3ZrOviI/AAAAAAAAEKg/LIbAdcsLq0k/s1600/206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-20jtj_FyCoo/TyDX3ZrOviI/AAAAAAAAEKg/LIbAdcsLq0k/s400/206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701794475036032546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma loved her yearly calendar and laughed at the sticker picture all over again.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TVoN5FenmWA/TyDX3E4F88I/AAAAAAAAEKU/yCC0_9XWVL0/s1600/207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TVoN5FenmWA/TyDX3E4F88I/AAAAAAAAEKU/yCC0_9XWVL0/s400/207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701794469452837826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael got lots of help figuring out how one of his toys worked.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6SIvWfwyCg/TyDX14d8WbI/AAAAAAAAEKI/GaN1soR9JDM/s1600/214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6SIvWfwyCg/TyDX14d8WbI/AAAAAAAAEKI/GaN1soR9JDM/s400/214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701794448942062002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Daddy got lots of "help" putting together Haley's castle.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_NKi5eFDg4Q/TyDX1R-9nNI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/FJ5NUs9NGyE/s1600/217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_NKi5eFDg4Q/TyDX1R-9nNI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/FJ5NUs9NGyE/s400/217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701794438611573970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley loved the castle and spent a lot of time in there singing and playing guitar with her new Elmo.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zunfBbBQPgs/TyDX08m-YfI/AAAAAAAAEJw/Tg3hckRqaDs/s1600/218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zunfBbBQPgs/TyDX08m-YfI/AAAAAAAAEJw/Tg3hckRqaDs/s400/218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701794432873816562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She liked to keep an eye on us through the window though!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jiMVfTolK7E/TyDVtkyJxYI/AAAAAAAAEJg/9EGKfWw3ZKw/s1600/219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jiMVfTolK7E/TyDVtkyJxYI/AAAAAAAAEJg/9EGKfWw3ZKw/s400/219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701792107195909506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael really liked his basketball goal, and figured it out pretty quickly.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pne5e5DXDSY/TyDVtCytkFI/AAAAAAAAEJU/3ebrVkxXLJ8/s1600/224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pne5e5DXDSY/TyDVtCytkFI/AAAAAAAAEJU/3ebrVkxXLJ8/s400/224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701792098071449682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vicki got to watch Elmo and Haley put on a show together.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xcec0kTu9I4/TyDVsogPFwI/AAAAAAAAEJI/T_QmSJ7Y6aw/s1600/233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xcec0kTu9I4/TyDVsogPFwI/AAAAAAAAEJI/T_QmSJ7Y6aw/s400/233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701792091014633218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Michael refused to take a nap, no matter how much Grandma rocked him.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mR7f-UAYICk/TyDVrl1INMI/AAAAAAAAEI8/dSlbKhvB32E/s1600/234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mR7f-UAYICk/TyDVrl1INMI/AAAAAAAAEI8/dSlbKhvB32E/s400/234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701792073117086914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matthew got there shortly before we left and got to see all the commotion and mess that comes with two young kids!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4fTeBJ2N0/TyDVra8HenI/AAAAAAAAEIw/U8cfeVu__TY/s1600/241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wy4fTeBJ2N0/TyDVra8HenI/AAAAAAAAEIw/U8cfeVu__TY/s400/241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701792070193609330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time as always at Grandma's and really enjoyed the time we got to spend with everyone, while greatly missing those that weren't with us this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-687627828866999979?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/687627828866999979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=687627828866999979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/687627828866999979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/687627828866999979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-4-with-munns.html' title='Christmas #4 (with the Munns)'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCsClKn7YLg/TyDZbMft_KI/AAAAAAAAEKs/JPgMzXbSSKQ/s72-c/203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-3396541255396075734</id><published>2011-12-28T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:22:47.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas #3 (Santa!!!!)</title><content type='html'>We woke up at Granny's on Christmas morning. Justin got up with Michael and when Haley got up, I got her to go upstairs to see Daddy and Michael before she looked in the living room.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-asvAYgXUv_4/Tx4pxARn63I/AAAAAAAAD_4/W0EOy3Kw-kc/s1600/197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-asvAYgXUv_4/Tx4pxARn63I/AAAAAAAAD_4/W0EOy3Kw-kc/s400/197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701040100161874802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she came downstairs she said, "Look at all these toys" and was excited to see what Santa brought.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__rUjE5arvk/Tx4pw_7nR_I/AAAAAAAAD_s/UiD0lIKOISU/s1600/198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__rUjE5arvk/Tx4pw_7nR_I/AAAAAAAAD_s/UiD0lIKOISU/s400/198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701040100069558258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy First Christmas my sweet little boy!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I0jlGrPXRYA/Tx4ossqcZjI/AAAAAAAAD_g/2mo2yP42UpE/s1600/199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I0jlGrPXRYA/Tx4ossqcZjI/AAAAAAAAD_g/2mo2yP42UpE/s400/199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701038926666163762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-3396541255396075734?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/3396541255396075734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=3396541255396075734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/3396541255396075734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/3396541255396075734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-3-santa.html' title='Christmas #3 (Santa!!!!)'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-asvAYgXUv_4/Tx4pxARn63I/AAAAAAAAD_4/W0EOy3Kw-kc/s72-c/197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-2849704808954064417</id><published>2011-12-27T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:21:58.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas #2 (Christmas Eve at Suebella's)</title><content type='html'>Michael was covered with snot, slobber, and tears, and his shirt was all wet from where he puked up his dinner, but man that cold bottle felt good on his gums!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhGMjY6cIig/TyDTuU8tkYI/AAAAAAAAEIk/a9x5RVJEUsM/s1600/159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhGMjY6cIig/TyDTuU8tkYI/AAAAAAAAEIk/a9x5RVJEUsM/s400/159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701789921101844866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess he got his smile from his Daddy.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pNzp408yJA/TyDTtyYcdbI/AAAAAAAAEIY/ibtr4ifb5yY/s1600/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pNzp408yJA/TyDTtyYcdbI/AAAAAAAAEIY/ibtr4ifb5yY/s400/163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701789911822923186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure Haley was giving Suebella instructions about something here.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjizXIOHpsc/TyDSyfHD-vI/AAAAAAAAEII/v4w6DECko9w/s1600/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjizXIOHpsc/TyDSyfHD-vI/AAAAAAAAEII/v4w6DECko9w/s400/166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701788893037460210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tara getting some Michael smiles.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovA0PG63tCM/TyDSyM5MH8I/AAAAAAAAEH8/2UuWtD6n1HA/s1600/169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovA0PG63tCM/TyDSyM5MH8I/AAAAAAAAEH8/2UuWtD6n1HA/s400/169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701788888147435458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael was very impressed with Suebella's pretty tree and tried to see if he could break anything.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RalihdGH8Sw/TyDSxHNBupI/AAAAAAAAEHw/2LfLVQou5M8/s1600/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RalihdGH8Sw/TyDSxHNBupI/AAAAAAAAEHw/2LfLVQou5M8/s400/174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701788869440158354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a wonderful appietizer spread we opened presents. Sue went in with Justin on my camera (which I greatly appreciate), and of course the kids got tons of stuff, including a doll that actually poops and pees for Haley.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ME4Aj8cTuLE/TyIr7SUvzgI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/OrB3bL0ycGs/s1600/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ME4Aj8cTuLE/TyIr7SUvzgI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/OrB3bL0ycGs/s400/183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702168375735602690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael couldn't hold it together long enough for pictures in front of the tree.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YANTHO57HJ8/TyIr7DkaMRI/AAAAAAAAEQE/Vv-IaQ0UFiU/s1600/177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YANTHO57HJ8/TyIr7DkaMRI/AAAAAAAAEQE/Vv-IaQ0UFiU/s400/177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702168371774763282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it was time for a breathing treatment, before we left for bed. (This is the 3rd year in a row that we've had to bring a nebulizer with us for Christmas!)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FO_vwVLOFIs/TyDSwkkKGiI/AAAAAAAAEHk/U4F4uVtUf5Y/s1600/180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FO_vwVLOFIs/TyDSwkkKGiI/AAAAAAAAEHk/U4F4uVtUf5Y/s400/180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701788860141935138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley's baby finally got enough to drink before we left though and she proceeded to chase Suebella around with a wet diaper!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuT56EgYLJk/TyDSwEoIBWI/AAAAAAAAEHY/a78SlGJTIE4/s1600/187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuT56EgYLJk/TyDSwEoIBWI/AAAAAAAAEHY/a78SlGJTIE4/s400/187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701788851568641378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did greatly miss Arrie. She fell a couple days before Christmas and was in the hospital with a broken hip and pelvic bone, among other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-2849704808954064417?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/2849704808954064417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=2849704808954064417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2849704808954064417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2849704808954064417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2-christmas-eve-at-suebellas.html' title='Christmas #2 (Christmas Eve at Suebella&apos;s)'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhGMjY6cIig/TyDTuU8tkYI/AAAAAAAAEIk/a9x5RVJEUsM/s72-c/159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-8182538942461323130</id><published>2011-12-26T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:20:10.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas #1 (with the Stuerkes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vRtre4ZW3pk/TyDQUeAa4ZI/AAAAAAAAEHM/LgBS3td-W1k/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vRtre4ZW3pk/TyDQUeAa4ZI/AAAAAAAAEHM/LgBS3td-W1k/s400/039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701786178321834386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated with my family on Saturday morning. Eric was working nights over the weekend, so Sara brought the kids over and Pops brought GG.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBRY75LYOCQ/TyDQUC3GvfI/AAAAAAAAEHA/Dgq7E0CONuY/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBRY75LYOCQ/TyDQUC3GvfI/AAAAAAAAEHA/Dgq7E0CONuY/s400/045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701786171035008498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We opened presents mid-morning and Michael would have been satisfied with the wrapping paper.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ir8ykJYBAw/TyDPa6MfCXI/AAAAAAAAEG0/drpXB3FNh4U/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ir8ykJYBAw/TyDPa6MfCXI/AAAAAAAAEG0/drpXB3FNh4U/s400/055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701785189456218482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls discussing some presents and Daniel checking out his cars.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfewrrsZj00/TyDPap5f3AI/AAAAAAAAEGo/C6IC_4owCWg/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfewrrsZj00/TyDPap5f3AI/AAAAAAAAEGo/C6IC_4owCWg/s400/066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701785185081613314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a little choatic, but lots of fun.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-74ktHlHmWqQ/TyDPZauxTOI/AAAAAAAAEGc/x8PSbVU3UYo/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-74ktHlHmWqQ/TyDPZauxTOI/AAAAAAAAEGc/x8PSbVU3UYo/s400/067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701785163830217954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big kids looking at Anna's new easel.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-4qAaljrxw/TyDPYiSTm-I/AAAAAAAAEGQ/ehsDTd5tWwg/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-4qAaljrxw/TyDPYiSTm-I/AAAAAAAAEGQ/ehsDTd5tWwg/s400/084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701785148678446050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael cleaning up after the big kids.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsxiUHHpQBI/TyDPYSzRRGI/AAAAAAAAEGE/1xuzYr7-1O8/s1600/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsxiUHHpQBI/TyDPYSzRRGI/AAAAAAAAEGE/1xuzYr7-1O8/s400/125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701785144521737314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls doing a good job of "sharing" Michael's toy.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHqgxwy5Rm0/TyDNNaRLExI/AAAAAAAAEF4/IsNk8wbgK5M/s1600/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHqgxwy5Rm0/TyDNNaRLExI/AAAAAAAAEF4/IsNk8wbgK5M/s400/128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701782758524392210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley was too busy to smile for a picture.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDs9HECe7oM/TyDNMpGQdCI/AAAAAAAAEFs/NwlcU6X7-Cw/s1600/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDs9HECe7oM/TyDNMpGQdCI/AAAAAAAAEFs/NwlcU6X7-Cw/s400/133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701782745325270050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael playing with more paper.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qqbXWgpG6k/TyDNMJeagwI/AAAAAAAAEFg/RvYSrSVWj3I/s1600/146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qqbXWgpG6k/TyDNMJeagwI/AAAAAAAAEFg/RvYSrSVWj3I/s400/146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701782736836657922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he got distracted by a sleeping Sophie.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2EdH9QQPeR4/TyDNLgdMwzI/AAAAAAAAEFU/eFy2xEgifWg/s1600/149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2EdH9QQPeR4/TyDNLgdMwzI/AAAAAAAAEFU/eFy2xEgifWg/s400/149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701782725825708850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was still feeling pretty bad, and needed some snuggles from Daddy. Such a sweet picture!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZGSXR5lkVQ/TyDNLCT3SoI/AAAAAAAAEFI/xXYVRo8sEUU/s1600/156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZGSXR5lkVQ/TyDNLCT3SoI/AAAAAAAAEFI/xXYVRo8sEUU/s400/156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701782717733489282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-8182538942461323130?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/8182538942461323130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=8182538942461323130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8182538942461323130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8182538942461323130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-1-with-stuerkes.html' title='Christmas #1 (with the Stuerkes)'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vRtre4ZW3pk/TyDQUeAa4ZI/AAAAAAAAEHM/LgBS3td-W1k/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-79051387695465741</id><published>2011-12-23T22:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:18:42.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Camera (and a Sick Kid)</title><content type='html'>Michael has been congested lately, and his coughing got much worse this weekend, so I took him to the doctor on Monday. He was wheezing some and tested positive for RSV. We did a breathing treatment there, and then spent the next 3 days with a whiny clingy kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael couldn't go to daycare which means I couldn't work, so the kids and I came up to Columbia on Thursday. I have really been wanting a fancy camera for about a year, and Justin gave one to me for Christmas this year! He gave it to me Tuesday night, so this are just some hanging out pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley found a little headpiece and put on a very entertaining show for Michael and I.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3J0eLHoJYX0/TyDHlaXcWDI/AAAAAAAAEEM/ie0Ww3611cQ/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3J0eLHoJYX0/TyDHlaXcWDI/AAAAAAAAEEM/ie0Ww3611cQ/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701776573797783602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was singing something about shake your bottom, jump up and down and turn yourself around.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPcCmu5_ENA/TyDHl9uvnfI/AAAAAAAAEEY/K0T3im5-X3w/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPcCmu5_ENA/TyDHl9uvnfI/AAAAAAAAEEY/K0T3im5-X3w/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701776583290756594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael was happy to snack a little and watch his crazy sister.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eo5KaPx6hTs/TyDHm2ae6jI/AAAAAAAAEEk/xKBf5sL_QQ8/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eo5KaPx6hTs/TyDHm2ae6jI/AAAAAAAAEEk/xKBf5sL_QQ8/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701776598506596914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was really getting into the jumping part and had to lose the headpiece for awhile.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZwJyEbo2u8/TyDHn_OWpzI/AAAAAAAAEE8/d9LlQXv4n8c/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZwJyEbo2u8/TyDHn_OWpzI/AAAAAAAAEE8/d9LlQXv4n8c/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701776618051512114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My crazy little diva girl!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzXR23_778w/TyDHnJNG1BI/AAAAAAAAEEw/TXqle2jPtYs/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzXR23_778w/TyDHnJNG1BI/AAAAAAAAEEw/TXqle2jPtYs/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701776603550766098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley and I went to the little playground in Granny's neighborhood, but it was less impressive than I remembered so we only stayed for a few minutes.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4omvzjSR6EM/Tx9-73p3p3I/AAAAAAAAECo/5e728H24It4/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4omvzjSR6EM/Tx9-73p3p3I/AAAAAAAAECo/5e728H24It4/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701415220291282802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes, it was short sleeve weather just two days before Christmas.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQmpQ0T6KSU/Tx9-7pHPz0I/AAAAAAAAECg/lgA4ntenvrY/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQmpQ0T6KSU/Tx9-7pHPz0I/AAAAAAAAECg/lgA4ntenvrY/s400/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701415216387968834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm hoping to take a photography class soon, so I can really learn how to use this camera, but I'm loving it so far!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7sAEs8BS-tg/Tx9-O03_lkI/AAAAAAAAECU/HZaG8ErMDpU/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7sAEs8BS-tg/Tx9-O03_lkI/AAAAAAAAECU/HZaG8ErMDpU/s400/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701414446451103298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-79051387695465741?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/79051387695465741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=79051387695465741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/79051387695465741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/79051387695465741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-camera-and-sick-kid.html' title='New Camera (and a Sick Kid)'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3J0eLHoJYX0/TyDHlaXcWDI/AAAAAAAAEEM/ie0Ww3611cQ/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-4361859008886738630</id><published>2011-12-16T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:08:07.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Girl</title><content type='html'>Tonight Haley said some really funny things that I don't want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her some noodles with butter and Parmesan cheese and I said I used to eat this all the time when Michael was in my tummy. She goes running off to show Michael her food and said "Michael, you had this too. You ate this when you were in mommy's tummy remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went potty at one point and came back bare bottom - which happens rather frequently. So I got her panties back one, but didn't bother with the pants since it was close to pajama time. She was scratching her back at one point and moved her hands under her panties and said "Hey, there's a crack in my bottom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was playing with her Mobigo that she got for her birthday, but she had to do something, so she gave it to me and asked me to hold it "so that Daddy won't get it" then Justin said, "but I want a turn". So Haley said "Mommy, will you please give that to Daddy and then he'll give it right back to you in just a minute." "Daddy, please give that back to Mommy in just a minute."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-4361859008886738630?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/4361859008886738630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=4361859008886738630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4361859008886738630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4361859008886738630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/funny-girl.html' title='Funny Girl'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-6810099270209525069</id><published>2011-12-14T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:07:27.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Trampoline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQevzCDuovo/Twup-wSjpII/AAAAAAAAD4g/dBYmEUaAyHw/s1600/407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQevzCDuovo/Twup-wSjpII/AAAAAAAAD4g/dBYmEUaAyHw/s400/407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695833049319842946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Subella gave Haley a mini trampoline for her birthday and Justin put it together Sunday morning. He had lots of "help" and lots of "Is it ready now?"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_romGHEbwA/Twup-vE2uNI/AAAAAAAAD4U/CaRG6OYM0vo/s1600/412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_romGHEbwA/Twup-vE2uNI/AAAAAAAAD4U/CaRG6OYM0vo/s400/412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695833048993937618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, it was ready and there were three really excited kids.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xV15vjkQG0/TwupLEVe_OI/AAAAAAAAD4I/jhwEGBu3QXo/s1600/415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xV15vjkQG0/TwupLEVe_OI/AAAAAAAAD4I/jhwEGBu3QXo/s400/415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695832161347632354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were a couple of issues with taking turns, mostly by Daniel, which is understandable because he's the youngest. But he did get better and there were a couple of times he got out without crying.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7W-xKL1nHBs/TwupK7bdxCI/AAAAAAAAD38/Tpvs-vgrX9A/s1600/419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7W-xKL1nHBs/TwupK7bdxCI/AAAAAAAAD38/Tpvs-vgrX9A/s400/419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695832158956799010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna was great at taking turns and usually got out without anyone saying her turn was almost over. She had a great time jumping though.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8SqqQuUySQ/TwupJjRwb9I/AAAAAAAAD30/oiA2xfyMAAc/s1600/438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8SqqQuUySQ/TwupJjRwb9I/AAAAAAAAD30/oiA2xfyMAAc/s400/438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695832135293759442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was surprised that Haley didn't have a problem taking turns. She can be kind of hit or miss and is usually at her worst with Daniel, so it was nice seeing her be so nice.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbSQ_5FzAbI/TwupI_zmoJI/AAAAAAAAD3k/LLrxg2FDn14/s1600/440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbSQ_5FzAbI/TwupI_zmoJI/AAAAAAAAD3k/LLrxg2FDn14/s400/440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695832125772046482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would say the trampoline was definitely a hit! Thank you Subella!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8vUnau412NE/TwupImtqRfI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/T2pra8aRHxU/s1600/444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8vUnau412NE/TwupImtqRfI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/T2pra8aRHxU/s400/444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695832119036233202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-6810099270209525069?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/6810099270209525069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=6810099270209525069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6810099270209525069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6810099270209525069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/mini-trampoline.html' title='Mini Trampoline'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQevzCDuovo/Twup-wSjpII/AAAAAAAAD4g/dBYmEUaAyHw/s72-c/407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-8732060712750464289</id><published>2011-12-13T22:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:06:46.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haley's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Haley was so excited about her birthday party. All week she's been asking how many days until my party?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cky4sJiLXbY/Twuvh7zKOgI/AAAAAAAAD8I/oSHzUfpDz2A/s1600/153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cky4sJiLXbY/Twuvh7zKOgI/AAAAAAAAD8I/oSHzUfpDz2A/s400/153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695839151262939650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Anna and Daniel's first time at Chuck E Cheese and she was pretty excited about it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YpLDh9iP6UI/TwuvhsFRsGI/AAAAAAAAD70/ek0UT13NYO0/s1600/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YpLDh9iP6UI/TwuvhsFRsGI/AAAAAAAAD70/ek0UT13NYO0/s400/160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695839147043958882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My happy little boy was so good. He was pretty content to hang out in the high chair for awhile and chew on whatever he could reach.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9t9eCUQgHls/TwuvhIOdtbI/AAAAAAAAD7s/zOAg4Wl80AI/s1600/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9t9eCUQgHls/TwuvhIOdtbI/AAAAAAAAD7s/zOAg4Wl80AI/s400/164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695839137418818994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's one ride that takes a your picture with Chuck E.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MRxJdyxX3Ps/Twuu1Qpez1I/AAAAAAAAD7Y/znEQZWrkKJc/s1600/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MRxJdyxX3Ps/Twuu1Qpez1I/AAAAAAAAD7Y/znEQZWrkKJc/s400/195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695838383765376850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley loves to pose with Chuck E.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGyfDRWtFIw/Twuu0yFMz1I/AAAAAAAAD7M/VnFhrFnXS20/s1600/202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGyfDRWtFIw/Twuu0yFMz1I/AAAAAAAAD7M/VnFhrFnXS20/s400/202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695838375560138578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Emily's first time at Chuck E Cheese, and she seems to be enjoying herself.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pe6g0wDUsVk/Twuuz3DdCzI/AAAAAAAAD7A/-u9pK-O7EW0/s1600/208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pe6g0wDUsVk/Twuuz3DdCzI/AAAAAAAAD7A/-u9pK-O7EW0/s400/208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695838359715121970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel liked the motorcycle ride.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpCnKYJHk3Q/Twuuzf91DdI/AAAAAAAAD60/cmK9kaOgL4I/s1600/210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpCnKYJHk3Q/Twuuzf91DdI/AAAAAAAAD60/cmK9kaOgL4I/s400/210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695838353517514194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy helped Haley with her basketball form.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lc3JxOnyEHo/TwuuzLP2GkI/AAAAAAAAD6o/8xswldJ0WSE/s1600/219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lc3JxOnyEHo/TwuuzLP2GkI/AAAAAAAAD6o/8xswldJ0WSE/s400/219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695838347955935810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lathan was happy to just put the tokens in the machine and walk away.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZrPLo0EnL4/TwutyQoLuCI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/0SsJRcOaydE/s1600/226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZrPLo0EnL4/TwutyQoLuCI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/0SsJRcOaydE/s400/226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695837232708696098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet baby hung out with Uncle David and Kim (who had a 9 lb baby two days later) at the table most of the time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rc0U0ZOOdEI/Twutxj14o-I/AAAAAAAAD6M/35TGHqbgBbg/s1600/238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rc0U0ZOOdEI/Twutxj14o-I/AAAAAAAAD6M/35TGHqbgBbg/s400/238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695837220686570466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabella enjoyed the rides too.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEfg0rSpkXs/Twutw-rw9kI/AAAAAAAAD6A/1ueHOXqTDtM/s1600/244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEfg0rSpkXs/Twutw-rw9kI/AAAAAAAAD6A/1ueHOXqTDtM/s400/244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695837210712012354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we played for a little while it was time to do all the organized festivities. Haley wasn't too thrilled about her crown and got a little grumpy at this point.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ6MXuWyVrk/TwutwB7W38I/AAAAAAAAD50/bOZxuTDZhc0/s1600/250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ6MXuWyVrk/TwutwB7W38I/AAAAAAAAD50/bOZxuTDZhc0/s400/250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695837194402848706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does this look chaotic to you? It certainly felt like it to me.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PojY6Cm6AUY/Twutv9g_OGI/AAAAAAAAD5o/kf0cBnCumlc/s1600/251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PojY6Cm6AUY/Twutv9g_OGI/AAAAAAAAD5o/kf0cBnCumlc/s400/251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695837193218504802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley wouldn't go in the "Ticket Blaster" so I went in with Anna. We tried many times to get Haley to go and made sure she knew after Anna went that no one else would get a turn.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vqCbZD3Zww/TwusTZQlDSI/AAAAAAAAD5c/e-LlxaosSqI/s1600/258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vqCbZD3Zww/TwusTZQlDSI/AAAAAAAAD5c/e-LlxaosSqI/s400/258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695835602938039586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She still wouldn't go, but of course as soon as it was done, she said, "I want to do it."&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Msa6iwqgZIM/TwusSAzKJvI/AAAAAAAAD5U/abcFDiKqNNY/s1600/266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Msa6iwqgZIM/TwusSAzKJvI/AAAAAAAAD5U/abcFDiKqNNY/s400/266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695835579192321778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had cake right after that, which cheered Haley up.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GF1OkFbWiAw/TwusRFEu9fI/AAAAAAAAD5E/GyAmxoNOA_o/s1600/274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GF1OkFbWiAw/TwusRFEu9fI/AAAAAAAAD5E/GyAmxoNOA_o/s400/274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695835563159909874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we opened some presents that Haley's friends brought. We got to play a little more after that, then it was time to go.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvH2I40H1bQ/TwusOtgxqnI/AAAAAAAAD4s/yB5P-nZNi7s/s1600/316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvH2I40H1bQ/TwusOtgxqnI/AAAAAAAAD4s/yB5P-nZNi7s/s400/316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695835522475338354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It went by so fast, but I think everyone had a good time. Haley really enjoyed it and was sad when it was over.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihnNSeYZ-PA/TwusQR3Gg3I/AAAAAAAAD44/nBVSn1NE0Z0/s1600/283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihnNSeYZ-PA/TwusQR3Gg3I/AAAAAAAAD44/nBVSn1NE0Z0/s400/283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695835549412524914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-8732060712750464289?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/8732060712750464289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=8732060712750464289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8732060712750464289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8732060712750464289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/haleys-birthday-party.html' title='Haley&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cky4sJiLXbY/Twuvh7zKOgI/AAAAAAAAD8I/oSHzUfpDz2A/s72-c/153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-406056813733314004</id><published>2011-12-12T00:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:05:23.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Full House</title><content type='html'>We decided to have Haley's birthday party a week early so that it wouldn't be too close to Christmas. Pops, David, Sara and her kids all came down for the festivities. Haley's party was at lunch Saturday at Chuck E Cheese. I tried my hardest to convince her to have it somewhere else, but this is what she wanted.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OO34N71h8k8/TwU1yACwb3I/AAAAAAAAD3Q/wWU68ZHWFDQ/s1600/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OO34N71h8k8/TwU1yACwb3I/AAAAAAAAD3Q/wWU68ZHWFDQ/s400/126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694016437001154418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna and Haley liked playing with Michael while he was supposed to be eating breakfast.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2aCy-B_jKpc/TwU1xighi_I/AAAAAAAAD3A/hD3lpMk_pmQ/s1600/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2aCy-B_jKpc/TwU1xighi_I/AAAAAAAAD3A/hD3lpMk_pmQ/s400/129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694016429072944114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now Haley and Anna are playing with Michael while they are supposed to be eating breakfast.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M-9YX-7xcoo/TwU1wf3ItgI/AAAAAAAAD20/ArkwWRhq4FA/s1600/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M-9YX-7xcoo/TwU1wf3ItgI/AAAAAAAAD20/ArkwWRhq4FA/s400/132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694016411182609922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the party (which will be a different post) the kids took naps and then it was time to open some presents that we didn't get to at the party.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--lvAci_Qc4s/TwU1vvvyreI/AAAAAAAAD2o/yvNHJmRqkGY/s1600/335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--lvAci_Qc4s/TwU1vvvyreI/AAAAAAAAD2o/yvNHJmRqkGY/s400/335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694016398266904034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took Daniel awhile to figure out this is not how the Sit and Spin works.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-drvUt1uFd0g/TwU1vA3zPkI/AAAAAAAAD2c/COIV1jRMeR0/s1600/337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-drvUt1uFd0g/TwU1vA3zPkI/AAAAAAAAD2c/COIV1jRMeR0/s400/337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694016385684028994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Uncle David enjoyed a nice easy, happy baby.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TA98OfAMQwM/TwU0iZo68UI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/E569ZhnyRsk/s1600/346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TA98OfAMQwM/TwU0iZo68UI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/E569ZhnyRsk/s400/346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694015069482578242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We keep telling Daniel that Michael will be his buddy when he gets a little better, but I guess Daniel got tired of waiting, so he and Michael started by playing with barbie dolls.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLgKBFltXz4/TwU0htfAMcI/AAAAAAAAD2E/ZLVpq-YnE3Y/s1600/348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLgKBFltXz4/TwU0htfAMcI/AAAAAAAAD2E/ZLVpq-YnE3Y/s400/348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694015057629819330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Daniel brought over the Chuck E balloon, which was a big hit from the party. It was really cute to see Daniel being so sweet.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YHzehai_-vc/TwU0hJuEwOI/AAAAAAAAD14/i9k4jQyqbBM/s1600/357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YHzehai_-vc/TwU0hJuEwOI/AAAAAAAAD14/i9k4jQyqbBM/s400/357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694015048029356258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now back to our regularly scheduled program, we have Daniel continually kicking Chuck E across the room.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QbCkjbIyOHo/TwU0gMsv8LI/AAAAAAAAD1s/aCs3Jb6Wi0A/s1600/364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QbCkjbIyOHo/TwU0gMsv8LI/AAAAAAAAD1s/aCs3Jb6Wi0A/s400/364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694015031649235122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally it was time to settle down with some drinks and some Dora.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYcwrla-6UU/TwU0frH42iI/AAAAAAAAD1g/_-4uSiQgrJU/s1600/377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYcwrla-6UU/TwU0frH42iI/AAAAAAAAD1g/_-4uSiQgrJU/s400/377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694015022636259874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a short rest, Daniel was back at it, trying to climb into the ball chute.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAC3KyGh4o4/TwUzUhQGsLI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/92s2d80SqE0/s1600/384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAC3KyGh4o4/TwUzUhQGsLI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/92s2d80SqE0/s400/384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694013731496177842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sara and I were the lucky ones that got to go get to dinner (and a drink at the bar, while we waited on dinner).&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WAOE6e_oGEM/TwUzTyrZG1I/AAAAAAAAD1E/x841VbvLVFQ/s1600/387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WAOE6e_oGEM/TwUzTyrZG1I/AAAAAAAAD1E/x841VbvLVFQ/s400/387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694013718994164562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture of the four cousins - almost as much as Michael loved being twirled around!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxJ-EFnDjZI/TwUzTuw4ZtI/AAAAAAAAD04/XQGiWIZAdVY/s1600/390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxJ-EFnDjZI/TwUzTuw4ZtI/AAAAAAAAD04/XQGiWIZAdVY/s400/390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694013717943445202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pops posing with three of his grandkids.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6i9NURAj08/TwUzSAfYP6I/AAAAAAAAD0w/_-FxU_r1-Wg/s1600/402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6i9NURAj08/TwUzSAfYP6I/AAAAAAAAD0w/_-FxU_r1-Wg/s400/402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694013688342134690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley and Anna had been doing dances with the car flags, so Michael decided to play with them too.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HpLgrq7AG8U/TwUzRtkVSxI/AAAAAAAAD0g/_ZtlF8XOkwE/s1600/405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HpLgrq7AG8U/TwUzRtkVSxI/AAAAAAAAD0g/_ZtlF8XOkwE/s400/405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694013683262638866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was definitely a full house, but also a really fun weekend. Thank you so much for coming to celebrate with Haley!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-406056813733314004?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/406056813733314004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=406056813733314004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/406056813733314004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/406056813733314004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/full-house.html' title='A Full House'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OO34N71h8k8/TwU1yACwb3I/AAAAAAAAD3Q/wWU68ZHWFDQ/s72-c/126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-6950458372120272844</id><published>2011-12-11T23:15:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:04:48.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>We went to see the Festival of Lights at Chehaw Friday night with the Hartzogs. This was their last weekend as a family of three. Baby Barrett will be born on Monday!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-af-SEqyYNac/TwUlC3wBYQI/AAAAAAAADw0/-FZTUiyScK0/s1600/100_4807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-af-SEqyYNac/TwUlC3wBYQI/AAAAAAAADw0/-FZTUiyScK0/s400/100_4807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693998035135193346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a drive-thru light display and then a train ride to see the lights all through the woods. Michael loved the train ride and was bouncing up and down the whole time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_afghNw9-M/TwUlCZ4DFOI/AAAAAAAADwo/MjN3mvAfk4w/s1600/100_4811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_afghNw9-M/TwUlCZ4DFOI/AAAAAAAADwo/MjN3mvAfk4w/s400/100_4811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693998027115795682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley had a good time watching the lights and playing with Michael.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYbuq13XxOc/TwUlCKvCIdI/AAAAAAAADwc/b3I0RRtQXkc/s1600/100_4813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYbuq13XxOc/TwUlCKvCIdI/AAAAAAAADwc/b3I0RRtQXkc/s400/100_4813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693998023051452882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lights were decent, but nothing compared to Riverbanks.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JKPbr0Ku_A/TwUlBY3xtTI/AAAAAAAADwQ/03vyDvFhKRY/s1600/100_4815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JKPbr0Ku_A/TwUlBY3xtTI/AAAAAAAADwQ/03vyDvFhKRY/s400/100_4815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693998009666352434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A rare shot of Michael with his hat and gloves on - they never stayed on for long - but I think he looks pretty stinking cute!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bv_BySuSb-0/TwUlA8IsCVI/AAAAAAAADwE/EEF7Pag54Ck/s1600/100_4818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bv_BySuSb-0/TwUlA8IsCVI/AAAAAAAADwE/EEF7Pag54Ck/s400/100_4818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693998001952655698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a couple of fairly decent pictures with Santa. They wouldn't let us take our own pictures so these are scans of the ones we bought. Haley wouldn't smile so they had both kids look at Santa.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BkCXpkAASGQ/Tx98wP2tRNI/AAAAAAAAEB8/4SPtkMyTLRk/s1600/santa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BkCXpkAASGQ/Tx98wP2tRNI/AAAAAAAAEB8/4SPtkMyTLRk/s400/santa1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701412821605893330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also got one with both kids looking at the camera - not the best picture ever, but not too bad. At least I have one smiling baby!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nofltU6ykFY/Tx99xRZfsoI/AAAAAAAAECI/arY6xIYyJHA/s1600/santa2%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nofltU6ykFY/Tx99xRZfsoI/AAAAAAAAECI/arY6xIYyJHA/s400/santa2%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701413938711736962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-6950458372120272844?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/6950458372120272844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=6950458372120272844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6950458372120272844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6950458372120272844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-claus.html' title='Santa Claus'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-af-SEqyYNac/TwUlC3wBYQI/AAAAAAAADw0/-FZTUiyScK0/s72-c/100_4807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-6089369318629513093</id><published>2011-12-06T22:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:04:17.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>When Michael wants something he doesn't let a silly little exersaucer get in his way.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20oaiccyqKM/TyIfppIU0vI/AAAAAAAAEP0/fEhftJ3yn0k/s1600/100_4833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20oaiccyqKM/TyIfppIU0vI/AAAAAAAAEP0/fEhftJ3yn0k/s400/100_4833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702154878480339698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was determined to go get that ball and nothing was going to stop him.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkI6uu-D9Hs/TyIfpdDc3WI/AAAAAAAAEPs/FJbaxwweV2I/s1600/100_4834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkI6uu-D9Hs/TyIfpdDc3WI/AAAAAAAAEPs/FJbaxwweV2I/s400/100_4834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702154875238669666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Usually he gets distracted on his way across the room, but this time he actually kept his focus and made it to the ball.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60FuphN0G-U/TyIfoxIyKvI/AAAAAAAAEPg/ud6au7z5BJo/s1600/100_4835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60FuphN0G-U/TyIfoxIyKvI/AAAAAAAAEPg/ud6au7z5BJo/s400/100_4835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702154863449877234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I don't know what you might focus on in this picture of my crazy girl!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-61UC06-45G8/TyIfov9l2YI/AAAAAAAAEPU/4_TOThhZ7VA/s1600/100_4837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-61UC06-45G8/TyIfov9l2YI/AAAAAAAAEPU/4_TOThhZ7VA/s400/100_4837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702154863134497154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-6089369318629513093?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/6089369318629513093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=6089369318629513093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6089369318629513093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6089369318629513093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20oaiccyqKM/TyIfppIU0vI/AAAAAAAAEP0/fEhftJ3yn0k/s72-c/100_4833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-2341818380892795099</id><published>2011-12-02T22:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:03:22.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Update - Warning Graphic Photos!</title><content type='html'>My mom came down Sunday to stay for a few days to help with the kids and to take care of me too! I was supposed to be at the hospital at 11:00 Monday morning, but I didn't end up going back for surgery until 4:45. My doctor decided to keep me overnight since it was so late. The surgery went well. He did it laparoscopically, with a robot. He said that my uterus, spleen, and everything else looked good. He couldn't see any damage and couldn't see a bruise or even find the spot where the IUD perforated my uterus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two 3/4" incision on each side of my lower abdomen and about a 2" cut right above my belly button. I'm a little more sore than I expected, but my doctor explained that he did basically stick a railroad spike in my belly. It took some time for my oxygen level to stabilize after I woke up, and even then it was on the low side. I had a follow up appointment for my pneumonia on Wednesday, and my oxygen was low and my lungs still sounded junky, so I'm on another 10 days of antibiotics. Luckily it's just oral antibiotics and no more needles though. Mom left this morning and I can't say how much we appreciated all her help. I haven't driven or picked up my kids all week, and hope to make it until Monday without picking Michael up (you know - so I don't split open).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of my insides. The little white balls are my ovaries. And the bright pink thing in between them is my uterus. There's also a spleen and either some intestines or some fat in there too. You can click on the picture to make it bigger if you want!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtx8087SGgE/Tx97GNdZgEI/AAAAAAAAEBw/2xo-ECDA6Eo/s1600/surg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtx8087SGgE/Tx97GNdZgEI/AAAAAAAAEBw/2xo-ECDA6Eo/s400/surg2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701410999896735810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXS7c5XQU7c/Tx96Wzbmb2I/AAAAAAAAEBk/KTYkYWkugh8/s1600/surg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXS7c5XQU7c/Tx96Wzbmb2I/AAAAAAAAEBk/KTYkYWkugh8/s400/surg1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701410185456021346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-2341818380892795099?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/2341818380892795099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=2341818380892795099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2341818380892795099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2341818380892795099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/health-update-warning-graphic-photos.html' title='Health Update - Warning Graphic Photos!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtx8087SGgE/Tx97GNdZgEI/AAAAAAAAEBw/2xo-ECDA6Eo/s72-c/surg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-5915789129845916911</id><published>2011-12-01T22:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:58:40.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Together</title><content type='html'>Now that Michael is getting bigger, Haley is playing a good bit rougher with him.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gpt4nAnm4q4/TwUjjSiUSyI/AAAAAAAADvs/ANRmwVodJ1g/s1600/100_4795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gpt4nAnm4q4/TwUjjSiUSyI/AAAAAAAADvs/ANRmwVodJ1g/s400/100_4795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693996393058028322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But for the most part Michael really doesn't seem to mind and can pretty much hold his own.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UQcxWiLHUc/TwUjjhxH3YI/AAAAAAAADv4/Q_awDVjIu3M/s1600/100_4794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UQcxWiLHUc/TwUjjhxH3YI/AAAAAAAADv4/Q_awDVjIu3M/s400/100_4794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693996397146660226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They definitely enjoy each other more than I expected at this early age.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAuWQcLqQ1g/TwUjh5ahGnI/AAAAAAAADvg/evQIwkaJfSw/s1600/100_4797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAuWQcLqQ1g/TwUjh5ahGnI/AAAAAAAADvg/evQIwkaJfSw/s400/100_4797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693996369134557810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know their Daddy really enjoys playing with them too!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOJ-cFlReG0/TwUjhixge_I/AAAAAAAADvU/dznk2_bY92M/s1600/100_4799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOJ-cFlReG0/TwUjhixge_I/AAAAAAAADvU/dznk2_bY92M/s400/100_4799.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693996363056970738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's a short video of Michael doing his Army Crawl. He's getting pretty quick now and I kind of don't think he is ever going to really crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8db566af343947a8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8db566af343947a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DBC684F21051B22A39BCA5F957165B067A806A49.3F6407DDE05495FDF0B241520A455D8483EBA774%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8db566af343947a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dy-TSuDkeZ_W7bZYdyNQEIFpB8XE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8db566af343947a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DBC684F21051B22A39BCA5F957165B067A806A49.3F6407DDE05495FDF0B241520A455D8483EBA774%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8db566af343947a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dy-TSuDkeZ_W7bZYdyNQEIFpB8XE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-5915789129845916911?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/5915789129845916911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=5915789129845916911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5915789129845916911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5915789129845916911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/12/playing-together.html' title='Playing Together'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gpt4nAnm4q4/TwUjjSiUSyI/AAAAAAAADvs/ANRmwVodJ1g/s72-c/100_4795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-7104777205354505612</id><published>2011-11-27T23:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:11:11.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resting</title><content type='html'>We've had a lazy couple days around here in preparation for the busy week ahead. Haley likes chilling in our bed watching movies on these lazy days.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0E1Y4m9RjH0/TwPXMkK0_jI/AAAAAAAADrg/LzKk6qROpsc/s1600/100_4790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0E1Y4m9RjH0/TwPXMkK0_jI/AAAAAAAADrg/LzKk6qROpsc/s400/100_4790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693630964793933362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael enjoyed snuggling up with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IrhKhjfetw0/TwPXLTVP3dI/AAAAAAAADrY/BNNUrrVd8XA/s1600/100_4788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IrhKhjfetw0/TwPXLTVP3dI/AAAAAAAADrY/BNNUrrVd8XA/s400/100_4788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693630943094365650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But gave a little smile for the camera before he fell asleep.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhW-I4JuHTU/TwPXK0wt8mI/AAAAAAAADrI/7oFI41O1ffA/s1600/100_4789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhW-I4JuHTU/TwPXK0wt8mI/AAAAAAAADrI/7oFI41O1ffA/s400/100_4789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693630934888084066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Haley has snacks, she usually has some company laying on our bed.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qgd9tvC1NdQ/TwPXKZzT1JI/AAAAAAAADq8/dKOTuZj3Ew0/s1600/100_4787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qgd9tvC1NdQ/TwPXKZzT1JI/AAAAAAAADq8/dKOTuZj3Ew0/s400/100_4787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693630927651198098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-7104777205354505612?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7104777205354505612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=7104777205354505612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7104777205354505612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7104777205354505612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/11/resting.html' title='Resting'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0E1Y4m9RjH0/TwPXMkK0_jI/AAAAAAAADrg/LzKk6qROpsc/s72-c/100_4790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-7360094713193623367</id><published>2011-11-26T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:10:22.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDSz9nVpsdQ/TwPZB0nilEI/AAAAAAAADss/tiTdnfnx6PY/s1600/100_4770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDSz9nVpsdQ/TwPZB0nilEI/AAAAAAAADss/tiTdnfnx6PY/s400/100_4770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693632979254023234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granddaddy came down for Thanksgiving and it was really nice to have him here and have a peaceful relaxing day.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uRAAboOfj4/TwPYtANtJWI/AAAAAAAADsg/Jll2GVBVQB0/s1600/100_4772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uRAAboOfj4/TwPYtANtJWI/AAAAAAAADsg/Jll2GVBVQB0/s400/100_4772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693632621589636450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael was definitely excited to see him. The excitement must have worn him out because we took a long morning nap and we ended up eating lunch without him.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3DwUhkdDaU/TwPYs4bsIkI/AAAAAAAADsQ/ItEHgbP0Ne0/s1600/100_4773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3DwUhkdDaU/TwPYs4bsIkI/AAAAAAAADsQ/ItEHgbP0Ne0/s400/100_4773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693632619500806722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley was also very excited to see Granddaddy, and completely enjoyed playing with him while Michael was sleeping.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dVkxC4Mwh0k/TwPYr4J3IzI/AAAAAAAADsI/oXlukT_31_s/s1600/100_4776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dVkxC4Mwh0k/TwPYr4J3IzI/AAAAAAAADsI/oXlukT_31_s/s400/100_4776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693632602246161202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate in the dining room, which was a novelty to Haley. Once we all sat down and started eating she looked around and said, "This is a nice room."&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-nPr_Y39IM/TwPYqlJmp8I/AAAAAAAADr4/YrUc0Bu7NQQ/s1600/100_4781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-nPr_Y39IM/TwPYqlJmp8I/AAAAAAAADr4/YrUc0Bu7NQQ/s400/100_4781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693632579964938178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We enjoyed a great meal, and even with our recent struggles we have so much to be thankful for. Thank you Granddaddy for coming to down to see us. We had a great time and love you so much!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPxwTcU166M/TwPYqf0aqbI/AAAAAAAADrs/V36vm27kbU4/s1600/100_4782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPxwTcU166M/TwPYqf0aqbI/AAAAAAAADrs/V36vm27kbU4/s400/100_4782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693632578533894578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-7360094713193623367?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7360094713193623367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=7360094713193623367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7360094713193623367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7360094713193623367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDSz9nVpsdQ/TwPZB0nilEI/AAAAAAAADss/tiTdnfnx6PY/s72-c/100_4770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-1132294032472602335</id><published>2011-11-25T23:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:09:24.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Stretch</title><content type='html'>We've had a bit of a rough patch since we got back in town from our last Clemson trip. The kids started a new daycare on Monday, which was stressful for all of us. Sunday night I slipped on our hardwood floors and hyper extended my right elbow. It was bruised pretty much immediately and was incredibly sore for the next few days. I couldn't do all kinds of little things like turn the knob on the washer, put my car in gear, or buckle my seat belt with my right hand. It was finally starting to feel a little better on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a doctor's appointment already scheduled Thursday morning because I had had shortness of breath and been coughing off and on for a couple of weeks. My elbow kind of got forgotten at the appointment though because my oxygen stats were really low. After seeing the doctor she sent me down the hall for a chest x-ray. There wasn't any obvious pneumonia on the x-ray, so they sent me down the street for a CT scan of my chest because they were worried about a pulmonary embolism. About an hour after the scan my nurse called and said there was no PE, but my lungs were inflamed and filled with fluid. So then I was sent to a pulmonologist right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I had atypical pneumonia and thought it was caused by some kind of exposure or allergy to something. With my O2 being so low I was pretty close to being admitted to the hospital, but he put me on 7 days of IV antibiotics and steroids with a home health company instead. Friday morning I went to the outpatient clinic at the hospital to have the IV put in and get my first treatments. That IV lasted until Tuesday, when I had our friend's daughter come pull it out because it was getting sore. Wednesday my regular nurse blew two veins and couldn't get another one started. A second nurse came later that evening and after two more sticks she finally got one in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Thanksgiving, I had a bad elbow, an IV in one hand, and both hands were sore and bruised from all the IV pokes. But I had been able to cook most of our meal Wednesday while I was without an IV and Justin and Haley fried our turkey Wednesday night over at Mr. Mark's house. Which was when I finally had a meltdown after Michael was choking and I had to figure how to help him without getting my lines tangled or pulling my IV. Then as I pulled the dog food out of his mouth he puked all over the dining room table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Michael in bed shortly after that and felt much better after some facebook love and a funny story about Lathan pulling down his pants and sitting bare butt, about to do his business, in a bumbo seat in the middle of Wilder's World. My IV lasted until my nurse came Thanksgiving day to give me the last steroid push and pulled it out. I also had pre op appointments, blood work and x-rays this week for surgery the I already scheduled for Monday. But it seems like everything looks good enough to go ahead with surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I had an IUD put in in August, and it perforated my uterine wall, so it has to be removed from my abdominal cavity. Hopefully he can get it laparoscopically and it won't be a major operation.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-1132294032472602335?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/1132294032472602335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=1132294032472602335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1132294032472602335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1132294032472602335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/11/tough-stretch.html' title='Tough Stretch'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-4252530940345304222</id><published>2011-11-22T23:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:03:39.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Proud</title><content type='html'>Guess what I found?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HzGAKG7v4G0/TwPV10DnOyI/AAAAAAAADqw/-txHwAur0mU/s1600/100_4763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HzGAKG7v4G0/TwPV10DnOyI/AAAAAAAADqw/-txHwAur0mU/s400/100_4763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693629474410019618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I got Michael out of bed this morning.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mznMO4svKa8/TwPV1OojO2I/AAAAAAAADqk/9v8a-AXMS54/s1600/100_4764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mznMO4svKa8/TwPV1OojO2I/AAAAAAAADqk/9v8a-AXMS54/s400/100_4764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693629464364399458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was standing for the first time and was soooo proud of himself!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLc01-oioNQ/TwPV04CFV1I/AAAAAAAADqY/nUN7TCOq2IY/s1600/100_4766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLc01-oioNQ/TwPV04CFV1I/AAAAAAAADqY/nUN7TCOq2IY/s400/100_4766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693629458297476946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-4252530940345304222?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/4252530940345304222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=4252530940345304222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4252530940345304222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4252530940345304222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-proud.html' title='So Proud'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HzGAKG7v4G0/TwPV10DnOyI/AAAAAAAADqw/-txHwAur0mU/s72-c/100_4763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-3016579584218389089</id><published>2011-11-13T23:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:02:54.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clemson...Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0zd1c6FUDI/TwPUynBeo8I/AAAAAAAADqI/cxbgngq7xoA/s1600/100_4750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0zd1c6FUDI/TwPUynBeo8I/AAAAAAAADqI/cxbgngq7xoA/s400/100_4750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693628319860171714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another long trip to Columbia, another side trip to Clemson, some more cute little tiger paws. She wanted purple and orange this time.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e8j9EDg_1wg/TwPUxqiDOfI/AAAAAAAADp8/GMjITPh290M/s1600/100_4753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e8j9EDg_1wg/TwPUxqiDOfI/AAAAAAAADp8/GMjITPh290M/s400/100_4753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693628303622224370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another long day with cotton candy.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KJyG8ZyGek/TwPUvx_pG3I/AAAAAAAADpw/oAom7Yc4tVE/s1600/100_4754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KJyG8ZyGek/TwPUvx_pG3I/AAAAAAAADpw/oAom7Yc4tVE/s400/100_4754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693628271265651570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And another set of messy hands! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LT8NrlSLkl8/TwPUvXJYRmI/AAAAAAAADpk/TfI3UareEHA/s1600/100_4755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LT8NrlSLkl8/TwPUvXJYRmI/AAAAAAAADpk/TfI3UareEHA/s400/100_4755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693628264058734178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a good time at the game again, but I have to say I'm glad it was the last game. This is the most we've been to since we moved, and it has worn me out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-3016579584218389089?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/3016579584218389089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=3016579584218389089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/3016579584218389089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/3016579584218389089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/11/clemsonagain.html' title='Clemson...Again'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h0zd1c6FUDI/TwPUynBeo8I/AAAAAAAADqI/cxbgngq7xoA/s72-c/100_4750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-1068082171905993351</id><published>2011-11-09T23:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:01:38.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama H</title><content type='html'>I know I blogged about how Haley travels around the house with a group of babies before. But over the last couple of months she has started putting them to bed. Usually each baby has a specific blanket. She'll spread the blanket out, put the baby on it face down and then fold the blanket over the baby to cover them up.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvJG4y-a4Lc/TwPTY_WrGyI/AAAAAAAADpQ/I8Kvr_Ht88w/s1600/100_4749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvJG4y-a4Lc/TwPTY_WrGyI/AAAAAAAADpQ/I8Kvr_Ht88w/s400/100_4749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693626780203293474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were letting Michael crawl over some pillows this afternoon, so after he went to bed Haley improvised with her babies. There were 5 pillows on the floor, with 5 babies on the pillows and each had some type of "covers".&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFysNm4h_cU/TwPTYqFcG8I/AAAAAAAADpA/gphYBnM4bhI/s1600/100_4747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFysNm4h_cU/TwPTYqFcG8I/AAAAAAAADpA/gphYBnM4bhI/s400/100_4747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693626774493862850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had the babies all covered up at one point, but by the time I got the camera she had taken the covers off. Which was probably a good thing for Bath Baby because she was covered up with a pair of Haley's panties.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z2eDYiacw0/TwPTZvAabqI/AAAAAAAADpY/PxVUlF2Ss4s/s1600/100_4746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z2eDYiacw0/TwPTZvAabqI/AAAAAAAADpY/PxVUlF2Ss4s/s400/100_4746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693626792994827938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-1068082171905993351?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/1068082171905993351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=1068082171905993351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1068082171905993351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1068082171905993351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/11/mama-h.html' title='Mama H'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvJG4y-a4Lc/TwPTY_WrGyI/AAAAAAAADpQ/I8Kvr_Ht88w/s72-c/100_4749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-4349481736419168373</id><published>2011-11-06T23:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:00:20.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Small Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K04S-xuNG9k/TwPculzrFEI/AAAAAAAADvI/42IgdSDpmJw/s1600/100_4691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K04S-xuNG9k/TwPculzrFEI/AAAAAAAADvI/42IgdSDpmJw/s400/100_4691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693637046907376706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a couple of free passes to the SWGA Exchange Club Fair, which we described to Haley as "the small fair". We went with the Hartzogs Friday night, so Lathan and Haley could ride the rides together.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxsNkIpT5Mw/TwPcuIhg78I/AAAAAAAADu8/Nsud29mR4L0/s1600/100_4704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxsNkIpT5Mw/TwPcuIhg78I/AAAAAAAADu8/Nsud29mR4L0/s400/100_4704.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693637039046586306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael was once again a great baby. Even though he I squeezed a 3 month size hat onto his big ole noggin and covered him with my jacket, since I left his stuff in the car.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwCin2QiBWw/TwPcGru5lyI/AAAAAAAADuo/yxSlBKQtWHI/s1600/100_4710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwCin2QiBWw/TwPcGru5lyI/AAAAAAAADuo/yxSlBKQtWHI/s400/100_4710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693636361303201570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lathan is typically very brave and outgoing, so he had no problem with any of the rides. Haley went right along with him and they would get off one ride and say, "I want to ride that" and point at the next one.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t_9BMkRGmEY/TwPcEChxvWI/AAAAAAAADuE/ktSg43HKKAU/s1600/100_4723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t_9BMkRGmEY/TwPcEChxvWI/AAAAAAAADuE/ktSg43HKKAU/s400/100_4723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693636315882569058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were measured at just about every ride, but were both right about 36" each time. Haley didn't even flinch at going on the rides that go up in the air, even though I was a little nervous.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o20qoTu4fYo/TwPcDwdEdfI/AAAAAAAADt4/IOimaQvotfw/s1600/100_4732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o20qoTu4fYo/TwPcDwdEdfI/AAAAAAAADt4/IOimaQvotfw/s400/100_4732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693636311030986226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They even rode the roller coaster that some adults were riding. And they loved every second of it. I think if it wasn't my kid I would have been very judgemental about this one since you can't even see their heads from behind.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_VQbPbSRUJE/TwPcFRaLK7I/AAAAAAAADug/QYFVZwz7a9s/s1600/100_4712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_VQbPbSRUJE/TwPcFRaLK7I/AAAAAAAADug/QYFVZwz7a9s/s400/100_4712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693636337057082290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael was so unbelievably good...again. He did want to be held a couple of times, but I think he just thought he was missing out.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2F98DloWZk/TwPalWO6FOI/AAAAAAAADto/zjEa368tLgM/s1600/100_4734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2F98DloWZk/TwPalWO6FOI/AAAAAAAADto/zjEa368tLgM/s400/100_4734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693634689084560610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley and Lathan rode all the 36" rides and I couldn't believe how many there were.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7T-GORXoPhQ/TwPakZgL9eI/AAAAAAAADtg/wxhb4rc6HEo/s1600/100_4737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7T-GORXoPhQ/TwPakZgL9eI/AAAAAAAADtg/wxhb4rc6HEo/s400/100_4737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693634672782472674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Haley said "I want to spend some money on a game."&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZP_LT-B5aM/TwPajp8E_CI/AAAAAAAADtQ/wwUYV0Inz8I/s1600/100_4741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZP_LT-B5aM/TwPajp8E_CI/AAAAAAAADtQ/wwUYV0Inz8I/s400/100_4741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693634660014554146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So she played this little ducky game and ended up $5 poorer, with an inflatable Dora wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_i0m_cb0Ico/TwPajFVSgfI/AAAAAAAADtE/R7HhBzDf2uw/s1600/100_4744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_i0m_cb0Ico/TwPajFVSgfI/AAAAAAAADtE/R7HhBzDf2uw/s400/100_4744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693634650188186098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we ended up our night with a funnel cake. It was actually a much better time than I expected. I was really impressed with how many kid rides there were and we got out before it got too crowded.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iEOo1CnYMSU/TwPai6L5heI/AAAAAAAADs4/CDAiVEOX2io/s1600/100_4745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iEOo1CnYMSU/TwPai6L5heI/AAAAAAAADs4/CDAiVEOX2io/s400/100_4745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693634647196009954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't believe they had a ride like this for kids, but Haley and Lathan didn't even think twice about riding it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-208dd8581ec33bd4" 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://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D208dd8581ec33bd4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CEAEC0FE3F07C6071A6BD84A825A100280D037.3A877F8148E4CBC09A3F29139F5E53EF79D28385%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D208dd8581ec33bd4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIiAt1fChKQ7lKWZZNkxRrJyxAB4&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://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D208dd8581ec33bd4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CEAEC0FE3F07C6071A6BD84A825A100280D037.3A877F8148E4CBC09A3F29139F5E53EF79D28385%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D208dd8581ec33bd4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIiAt1fChKQ7lKWZZNkxRrJyxAB4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-4349481736419168373?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/4349481736419168373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=4349481736419168373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4349481736419168373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4349481736419168373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/11/small-fair.html' title='The Small Fair'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K04S-xuNG9k/TwPculzrFEI/AAAAAAAADvI/42IgdSDpmJw/s72-c/100_4691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-2470063347740146098</id><published>2011-10-31T22:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:39:19.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uF3vxzhY_YM/TwPQ-Gb9TFI/AAAAAAAADoE/Mlq-b2kv748/s1600/100_4645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uF3vxzhY_YM/TwPQ-Gb9TFI/AAAAAAAADoE/Mlq-b2kv748/s400/100_4645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693624119224781906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is of course, Michael's first Halloween, and the first one that Haley has really been into. She helped me pass out candy last year while Daddy was hunting, but this year she was ready to get her own candy.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQOCPovcPag/TwPQkOXDeDI/AAAAAAAADng/MP_STtKfw7M/s1600/100_4653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQOCPovcPag/TwPQkOXDeDI/AAAAAAAADng/MP_STtKfw7M/s400/100_4653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693623674675099698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She wanted to be Minnie Mouse and I found a costume for 60% off, so she got her wish. Although she wanted me to be Mickey Mouse and Justin to be Donald Duck, which did not happen.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQNjXxIwmvM/TwPQk-D_65I/AAAAAAAADns/9KKF_XB1vQg/s1600/100_4649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQNjXxIwmvM/TwPQk-D_65I/AAAAAAAADns/9KKF_XB1vQg/s400/100_4649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693623687480077202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael was all smiles to pose in his recycled costumed. And you can barely see his two little pearly whites.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3Jkmb1wPmA/TwPQlqh0EUI/AAAAAAAADn4/Q-HXVLtdQvQ/s1600/100_4647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3Jkmb1wPmA/TwPQlqh0EUI/AAAAAAAADn4/Q-HXVLtdQvQ/s400/100_4647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693623699416289602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley loving her little brother.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZmvS-Lo_PE/TwPQjbhmN5I/AAAAAAAADnU/BlbNvJzt7PE/s1600/oct1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZmvS-Lo_PE/TwPQjbhmN5I/AAAAAAAADnU/BlbNvJzt7PE/s400/oct1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693623661029111698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin got Michael in bed and stayed home to pass out candy while Haley and I met up with Kim and Lathan to go trick or treating.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HgSynxQUtUk/TwPO1LICiVI/AAAAAAAADmo/Qp-pP3edx8I/s1600/100_4672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HgSynxQUtUk/TwPO1LICiVI/AAAAAAAADmo/Qp-pP3edx8I/s400/100_4672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693621766841338194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim is pretty pregnant and it was fairly cold, so she drove my car and I rode in the back with the kids. We went close to the end of several culdesacs and then we all walked up and down the street.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3wiUDRgJ-0/TwPQjMeV7cI/AAAAAAAADnI/qbO2coi0BfQ/s1600/100_4670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3wiUDRgJ-0/TwPQjMeV7cI/AAAAAAAADnI/qbO2coi0BfQ/s400/100_4670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693623656988929474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think riding in the back of the car with the door open was one of the most fun things for the kids.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWOzhjTdIn0/TwPO1TIh1sI/AAAAAAAADm0/-1RknjjcJ2A/s1600/100_4671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWOzhjTdIn0/TwPO1TIh1sI/AAAAAAAADm0/-1RknjjcJ2A/s400/100_4671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693621768990873282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped by and saw Mr. Nick and Mrs. Jane. This was our last culdesac, so after we finished we hung out with Nick in the car and let the kids have a piece of candy.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MVOLe34_SKM/TwPOzudGDRI/AAAAAAAADmc/gBh1QBjLi_8/s1600/100_4681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MVOLe34_SKM/TwPOzudGDRI/AAAAAAAADmc/gBh1QBjLi_8/s400/100_4681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693621741965151506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we took Lathan and Kim back up the hill to their house and we went home to show Daddy her candy.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbVCfHTgCLc/TwPOy7_ZrFI/AAAAAAAADmQ/DunyPnFu7tM/s1600/100_4683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbVCfHTgCLc/TwPOy7_ZrFI/AAAAAAAADmQ/DunyPnFu7tM/s400/100_4683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693621728418835538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley had a good time, but was kind of shy. She didn't say Trick or Treat until the very last house, but she did say thank you at all the houses, so that was good.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ro3gTnrxWMg/TwPOypgx1fI/AAAAAAAADmE/GBTSBWkecpA/s1600/oct3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ro3gTnrxWMg/TwPOypgx1fI/AAAAAAAADmE/GBTSBWkecpA/s400/oct3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693621723458557426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was fun getting to celebrate with Haley now that she is getting into holidays a little more. I love my little Minnie Mouse with her dirty mouth and all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-2470063347740146098?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/2470063347740146098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=2470063347740146098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2470063347740146098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2470063347740146098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uF3vxzhY_YM/TwPQ-Gb9TFI/AAAAAAAADoE/Mlq-b2kv748/s72-c/100_4645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-8898193198483686540</id><published>2011-10-28T23:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:37:54.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael's First Joke</title><content type='html'>I love when babies start to develop personalities. Michael has always been a very happy, easy baby, but now he is starting to find his sense of humor too. He tried a new food tonight and made a funny face at first. Then I started making faces at him and he started doing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e3f00c3bc2005fb7" 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://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3f00c3bc2005fb7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D771AC6FE4862751BC668A2DB7073F5D040967F08.E6EAA0A454E37265CBE18A6706FD85C7BE529E4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3f00c3bc2005fb7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkO3mX4Svo6uEFKrKPi8jFd5J3aY&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://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3f00c3bc2005fb7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D771AC6FE4862751BC668A2DB7073F5D040967F08.E6EAA0A454E37265CBE18A6706FD85C7BE529E4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3f00c3bc2005fb7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkO3mX4Svo6uEFKrKPi8jFd5J3aY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, do I love this little guy - he is just so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-8898193198483686540?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/8898193198483686540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=8898193198483686540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8898193198483686540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8898193198483686540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/10/michaels-first-joke.html' title='Michael&apos;s First Joke'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-8589358382499857977</id><published>2011-10-26T22:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:37:13.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fair - Food and Animals</title><content type='html'>We started with a couple of rides then it was time to grab some dinner. My favorite fair food is Fiske french fries and a corn dog. I think my girl inherited my discerning taste.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m54iS_-e_QE/TwJ74F0kAQI/AAAAAAAADjg/yqQ7B07Aqik/s1600/100_4588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m54iS_-e_QE/TwJ74F0kAQI/AAAAAAAADjg/yqQ7B07Aqik/s400/100_4588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693249082515259650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna and Daniel had corn dogs too, and there may have been some sword fighting.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDOzIQomBfM/TwJ73f3g8mI/AAAAAAAADjU/CbTrqbiDJFg/s1600/100_4589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDOzIQomBfM/TwJ73f3g8mI/AAAAAAAADjU/CbTrqbiDJFg/s400/100_4589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693249072327094882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The swords may have turned into wands and it's possible Uncle David was put under several spells, but I couldn't rightly say.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r7JcRJKQIuw/TwJ724x-QYI/AAAAAAAADjI/2O2V_c25iSc/s1600/100_4591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r7JcRJKQIuw/TwJ724x-QYI/AAAAAAAADjI/2O2V_c25iSc/s400/100_4591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693249061834867074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apart from the food and the rides we also went to the fair to see the animals. We saw some of the cattle being shown, passed by the $8.00 pony, camel, and elephant rides, and went into the petting zoo area. Haley was not afraid to feed any of the animals this time.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KgoHdc1__TQ/TwJ9dZ1bTnI/AAAAAAAADkg/J6Bk2LOePcY/s1600/100_4576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KgoHdc1__TQ/TwJ9dZ1bTnI/AAAAAAAADkg/J6Bk2LOePcY/s400/100_4576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693250823054380658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hollars spent some time with the sheep.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o9-F1wneOKs/TwJ9cppThgI/AAAAAAAADkQ/fJtoixCH06g/s1600/100_4577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o9-F1wneOKs/TwJ9cppThgI/AAAAAAAADkQ/fJtoixCH06g/s400/100_4577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693250810118637058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley's favorite animal by far was the donkey. Maybe it was because he was just her size and she had good access through his fence, but she really liked this guy.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPcX7lgzVnY/TwJ9cRYOSFI/AAAAAAAADkA/THeTIz2q7KM/s1600/100_4580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPcX7lgzVnY/TwJ9cRYOSFI/AAAAAAAADkA/THeTIz2q7KM/s400/100_4580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693250803604539474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He seemed to like Haley too, I'm sure it had nothing to do with the handful of food she had.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XN82rn5mVZU/TwJ9cCfzMgI/AAAAAAAADj4/TJigzuLwafI/s1600/100_4581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XN82rn5mVZU/TwJ9cCfzMgI/AAAAAAAADj4/TJigzuLwafI/s400/100_4581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693250799609786882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley even introduced Anna to her new friend!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNpvVcp42Xs/TwJ74ef24aI/AAAAAAAADjw/njBrqTtlt6Y/s1600/100_4587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNpvVcp42Xs/TwJ74ef24aI/AAAAAAAADjw/njBrqTtlt6Y/s400/100_4587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693249089139302818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the animals, we were headed back to the rides and wandered through a tent with some music. Granny danced with the kids a little bit then it was off for more rides.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FwP2RWJnexQ/TwJ72i8o3II/AAAAAAAADi8/nP-KLJnct-g/s1600/100_4592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FwP2RWJnexQ/TwJ72i8o3II/AAAAAAAADi8/nP-KLJnct-g/s400/100_4592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693249055974022274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess I also need to mention that on the way out of fair we stopped for funnel cakes, but it was touch and go with the kids, so I didn't get a picture. And after that we also got some of the delicious donuts to go and devoured them on the way to the cars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-8589358382499857977?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/8589358382499857977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=8589358382499857977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8589358382499857977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8589358382499857977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/10/fair-food-and-animals.html' title='The Fair - Food and Animals'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m54iS_-e_QE/TwJ74F0kAQI/AAAAAAAADjg/yqQ7B07Aqik/s72-c/100_4588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-2923006527511337895</id><published>2011-10-25T22:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:35:45.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fair - The Rides</title><content type='html'>Our Friday activity for this trip was the SC State Fair with Granny, David, and the Hollars. I wasn't sure how Haley would do with the rides, but with Anna and Daniel there they all did really well.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ErrQ9QlIwjc/TwJ6R-VRLGI/AAAAAAAADiw/mDnxziLtx1Y/s1600/100_4557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693247328158297186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ErrQ9QlIwjc/TwJ6R-VRLGI/AAAAAAAADiw/mDnxziLtx1Y/s400/100_4557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting in line for the first time.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3P4aZtaA8Ec/TwJ6RgR42FI/AAAAAAAADik/Amb8kb_Tbv4/s1600/100_4562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693247320091056210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3P4aZtaA8Ec/TwJ6RgR42FI/AAAAAAAADik/Amb8kb_Tbv4/s400/100_4562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the ride to start, after making a little girl move to a different car, because none of them wanted to sit with a "stranger."&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-As_XZGBSB2c/TwJ5md8U5MI/AAAAAAAADiQ/urrl84NTzOM/s1600/100_4566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693246580729373890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-As_XZGBSB2c/TwJ5md8U5MI/AAAAAAAADiQ/urrl84NTzOM/s400/100_4566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big smiles during the first ride!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tqLyFNcWso/TwJ5mAhFzUI/AAAAAAAADiA/SmIuymvH2pM/s1600/100_4568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693246572830510402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tqLyFNcWso/TwJ5mAhFzUI/AAAAAAAADiA/SmIuymvH2pM/s400/100_4568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Sara and I took the 3 big kids on the Ferris wheel. The kids enjoyed it, and I think Sara was the most nervous.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v9cgwV1dn9U/TwJ5lY5LbUI/AAAAAAAADh4/nAr5yypFlag/s1600/100_4569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693246562194124098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v9cgwV1dn9U/TwJ5lY5LbUI/AAAAAAAADh4/nAr5yypFlag/s400/100_4569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also had fun looking over the side to find their Daddys and Granny - but I think that made the Daddys a little nervous.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VpLK57vzOpk/TwJ5lLiWySI/AAAAAAAADho/Z_NtGvLr_HY/s1600/100_4573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693246558608738594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VpLK57vzOpk/TwJ5lLiWySI/AAAAAAAADho/Z_NtGvLr_HY/s400/100_4573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael was perfectly happy chilling in the stroller taking in the sights. Eric and Daniel, Mom and Anna, and Haley and I all went down the super slide next. It was a pretty slow climb to the top with those little legs, but we all made it up there together.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ASPSbvQnHI/TwJ5kwz-PjI/AAAAAAAADhg/I0zNc_TCCBo/s1600/100_4595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693246551434870322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ASPSbvQnHI/TwJ5kwz-PjI/AAAAAAAADhg/I0zNc_TCCBo/s400/100_4595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Eric and Daniel had a head start and beat us, but the kids &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; the big slide.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_f2LXjT2FU/TwJ31Cl9AKI/AAAAAAAADhM/OAJ_XLiUJcA/s1600/100_4596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693244632062558370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_f2LXjT2FU/TwJ31Cl9AKI/AAAAAAAADhM/OAJ_XLiUJcA/s400/100_4596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was my first time hanging out in the kiddie section, and apparently they have different rules on these rides. Most of the kids have a parent walk in with them to put them in a seat and buckle them up. Then the fair guy will check all the seat belts and start the ride. Then when it stops parents go in again to release the kids.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JjJYtd2e8Zs/TwJ30-bqtsI/AAAAAAAADhE/Fmrwj4iFdiQ/s1600/100_4597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693244630945674946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JjJYtd2e8Zs/TwJ30-bqtsI/AAAAAAAADhE/Fmrwj4iFdiQ/s400/100_4597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On this ride our kids wanted to be in the firetruck and Haley and I were near the front of the line. So we headed straight for the firetruck and I put Haley in the front seat. Then a little girl beat Anna and Daniel there and tried to get in the seat with Haley. I kind of blocked her way and said that we had two more kids sitting there. The girl didn't seem to mind and got in the second row when Anna and Daniel got there.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiN67yDi1HQ/TwJ3z5hji7I/AAAAAAAADg4/Z_YxMfvR8SI/s1600/100_4598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693244612448324530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiN67yDi1HQ/TwJ3z5hji7I/AAAAAAAADg4/Z_YxMfvR8SI/s400/100_4598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside the fence we were waiting for the ride to start and apparently the girl's mom was standing behind us. She started talking very loudly about how rude some people were, because they blocked her daughter when she tried to get in the front row of the firetruck. So yes, I am that mom, and I don't really care!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDH5VE6sQGw/TwJ3zDVhYLI/AAAAAAAADgs/MJZ5Gr8gx5k/s1600/100_4606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693244597902336178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDH5VE6sQGw/TwJ3zDVhYLI/AAAAAAAADgs/MJZ5Gr8gx5k/s400/100_4606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was getting close to meltdown time and we had just enough tickets for one more ride and the kids wanted to go down the big slide again. This time Granny and Anna barely won!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TdB0pi6G4uk/TwJ3y0fyJlI/AAAAAAAADgg/I5FOC0EU6do/s1600/100_4608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693244593918846546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TdB0pi6G4uk/TwJ3y0fyJlI/AAAAAAAADgg/I5FOC0EU6do/s400/100_4608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids loved all the rides though, and I was really surprised and proud of how well Haley did. And Michael was so easy and did great just being happy in his stroller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-2923006527511337895?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/2923006527511337895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=2923006527511337895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2923006527511337895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2923006527511337895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/10/fair-rides.html' title='The Fair - The Rides'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ErrQ9QlIwjc/TwJ6R-VRLGI/AAAAAAAADiw/mDnxziLtx1Y/s72-c/100_4557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-2009614100156145881</id><published>2011-10-24T23:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:34:18.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clemson Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6wSDTEV3uA/TwJ_YGlXq7I/AAAAAAAADlg/Q7hPtkP9sII/s1600/100_4609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6wSDTEV3uA/TwJ_YGlXq7I/AAAAAAAADlg/Q7hPtkP9sII/s400/100_4609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693252931010669490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our friends Rob and Beth from Albany came up to go to the game with us, so Justin wanted to show them Howard's Rock. It was also nice that they could take a picture of us.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh4ROhpSQlU/TwJ_XfE1qqI/AAAAAAAADlQ/Jk6g_8hSfcc/s1600/100_4610%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh4ROhpSQlU/TwJ_XfE1qqI/AAAAAAAADlQ/Jk6g_8hSfcc/s400/100_4610%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693252920405240482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley giving Daddy a little smooch before the game.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTAr20DgJnI/TwJ_XNLJNUI/AAAAAAAADlA/5sEpIXigqsc/s1600/100_4612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTAr20DgJnI/TwJ_XNLJNUI/AAAAAAAADlA/5sEpIXigqsc/s400/100_4612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693252915599848770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily the people in front of us were not there, because Haley was a little tired and really needed some room to spread out.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvlSnsDifWU/TwJ_WiQz96I/AAAAAAAADk4/311QUqVmUso/s1600/100_4614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvlSnsDifWU/TwJ_WiQz96I/AAAAAAAADk4/311QUqVmUso/s400/100_4614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693252904080897954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily, some cotton candy perked her right up and we made it until half time, when we went to car to watch the second half and have a couple beverages.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tj52W3FY64s/TwJ_WUN693I/AAAAAAAADks/lVdha3Plv6M/s1600/100_4616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tj52W3FY64s/TwJ_WUN693I/AAAAAAAADks/lVdha3Plv6M/s400/100_4616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693252900310677362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-2009614100156145881?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/2009614100156145881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=2009614100156145881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2009614100156145881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2009614100156145881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/10/clemson-game.html' title='Clemson Game'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6wSDTEV3uA/TwJ_YGlXq7I/AAAAAAAADlg/Q7hPtkP9sII/s72-c/100_4609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-725331197534213226</id><published>2011-10-23T00:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:32:54.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Weekend Trip</title><content type='html'>We traveled to Columbia and Clemson three weekends in September. Then had a weekend at home, then Justin spent a weekend with his Dad, then I went to Girl's weekend, and this weekend we were back on the road. Michael stayed with Granny and everyone came over later.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAgk7pPYDJs/TwUx8eDbPII/AAAAAAAADz8/Rgwphpq2WQk/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAgk7pPYDJs/TwUx8eDbPII/AAAAAAAADz8/Rgwphpq2WQk/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694012218809203842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GG got to spend a little time with Michael too.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVJAXtenL48/TwUx8CDKQoI/AAAAAAAADzw/8e8nnnCi1Ns/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVJAXtenL48/TwUx8CDKQoI/AAAAAAAADzw/8e8nnnCi1Ns/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694012211291898498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we got back from the game and all the chaos started.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01rPNcQ530g/TwUx9Lp1yyI/AAAAAAAAD0I/GBfRulIfGqY/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01rPNcQ530g/TwUx9Lp1yyI/AAAAAAAAD0I/GBfRulIfGqY/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694012231049923362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's fun seeing the cousins and I know next year when Michael is getting into all kinds of trouble it will be even crazier.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu8RvfUzxwQ/TxY1lX8Xm4I/AAAAAAAAD9A/OltntuCagAo/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu8RvfUzxwQ/TxY1lX8Xm4I/AAAAAAAAD9A/OltntuCagAo/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698801294682594178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend though Michael was pretty sick. He woke up once Friday night and was wheezing fairly bad. I talked to Granny about it and she thought she would be fine taking him to the Urgent Care place, so I went on to the game with Justin and Haley. Michael wasn't actively wheezing in the morning, but they wanted to be extra cautious with him because of his age, so they did a chest x-ray (where they put him in a little tube to get a good picture). But he didn't have pneumonia and tested negative for RSV. They did give him an inhaler though, which is really quick, so he doesn't seem to mind too much.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxq9uuJNCuc/TwUx94vr2GI/AAAAAAAAD0U/EOHz4TvmH0g/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxq9uuJNCuc/TwUx94vr2GI/AAAAAAAAD0U/EOHz4TvmH0g/s400/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694012243154032738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-725331197534213226?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/725331197534213226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=725331197534213226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/725331197534213226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/725331197534213226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-weekend-trip.html' title='Another Weekend Trip'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAgk7pPYDJs/TwUx8eDbPII/AAAAAAAADz8/Rgwphpq2WQk/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-6342838121058359016</id><published>2011-10-17T23:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:32:04.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Talented</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GOxMm8xto8k/TwPSNrWxRVI/AAAAAAAADo0/jF5iN_q6RW4/s1600/100_4617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GOxMm8xto8k/TwPSNrWxRVI/AAAAAAAADo0/jF5iN_q6RW4/s400/100_4617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693625486344799570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael started eating cereal right around 5 months and started baby food shortly before six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4f41attMJs/TwPSMTVPJVI/AAAAAAAADos/N3mdWtAcay4/s1600/100_4620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4f41attMJs/TwPSMTVPJVI/AAAAAAAADos/N3mdWtAcay4/s400/100_4620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693625462716048722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've tried a few finger foods, like puffs and mashed up banana, but he's not real good at eating.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGJrFGGyXY0/TwPSL-1WMoI/AAAAAAAADoc/D7BytVYGBeY/s1600/100_4619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGJrFGGyXY0/TwPSL-1WMoI/AAAAAAAADoc/D7BytVYGBeY/s400/100_4619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693625457213584002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think he really wants to, but usually the food gets stuck on the back of his tongue and he gags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQZGyBswvqs/TwPSLUGPf4I/AAAAAAAADoQ/mAWdZPqBmk8/s1600/100_4618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQZGyBswvqs/TwPSLUGPf4I/AAAAAAAADoQ/mAWdZPqBmk8/s400/100_4618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693625445741723522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So don't expect to see more pictures like this anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-6342838121058359016?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/6342838121058359016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=6342838121058359016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6342838121058359016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6342838121058359016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-so-talented.html' title='Not So Talented'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GOxMm8xto8k/TwPSNrWxRVI/AAAAAAAADo0/jF5iN_q6RW4/s72-c/100_4617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-4065692716535226879</id><published>2011-10-12T00:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:31:24.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M on the Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cGxfts9ureQ/TwPNSArBr1I/AAAAAAAADl4/Yt_4W_rTaMw/s1600/100_4631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cGxfts9ureQ/TwPNSArBr1I/AAAAAAAADl4/Yt_4W_rTaMw/s400/100_4631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693620063228243794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael has been "army" crawling since about 6 months and he is started to get pretty fast. He's started to explore and get into things now.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAxlEpiy_eU/TwPNR2noKtI/AAAAAAAADls/VEuBhQ4LEfw/s1600/100_4636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAxlEpiy_eU/TwPNR2noKtI/AAAAAAAADls/VEuBhQ4LEfw/s400/100_4636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693620060529634002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are times when I'm busy now that I have to confine him somewhere. And it's definitely not because I lost him when I was brushing my teeth once - of course I always know where he is and what he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did finally get a short video of his moves though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e23803888f5361d2" 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://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De23803888f5361d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D616E395D2FE5DDB3AD852BDEF8945966FF4D5C0B.2CF68811D207804E3BC7C1B6C80903FAA29A059B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De23803888f5361d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBiWX8z6F8MQgUkkiilWX8ldNC2w&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://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De23803888f5361d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D616E395D2FE5DDB3AD852BDEF8945966FF4D5C0B.2CF68811D207804E3BC7C1B6C80903FAA29A059B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De23803888f5361d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBiWX8z6F8MQgUkkiilWX8ldNC2w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-4065692716535226879?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/4065692716535226879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=4065692716535226879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4065692716535226879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4065692716535226879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/10/m-on-move.html' title='M on the Move'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cGxfts9ureQ/TwPNSArBr1I/AAAAAAAADl4/Yt_4W_rTaMw/s72-c/100_4631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-6989633074797515663</id><published>2011-10-05T22:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:30:36.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Caught It</title><content type='html'>I almost caught the picture that I wanted. Michael climbed up on Big Baby and was biting her head, but by the time I got my camera this is all I got&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cg53WhtUAdA/TwJ2JQkXelI/AAAAAAAADgU/U_uN6m1xYho/s1600/101_4542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cg53WhtUAdA/TwJ2JQkXelI/AAAAAAAADgU/U_uN6m1xYho/s400/101_4542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693242780388129362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which is still a pretty funny picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-6989633074797515663?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/6989633074797515663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=6989633074797515663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6989633074797515663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6989633074797515663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/10/almost-caught-it.html' title='Almost Caught It'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cg53WhtUAdA/TwJ2JQkXelI/AAAAAAAADgU/U_uN6m1xYho/s72-c/101_4542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-67781449233742400</id><published>2011-09-27T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:51:57.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverbanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vWSuVwol9wE/TwJ1gxpi38I/AAAAAAAADf8/IQ3AuqLOjm4/s1600/101_4533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vWSuVwol9wE/TwJ1gxpi38I/AAAAAAAADf8/IQ3AuqLOjm4/s400/101_4533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693242084893581250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Columbia for another long weekend and Clemson game this weekend. And we went to the zoo for our Friday activity.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBL4I9OV3TA/TwJ1hKLz1oI/AAAAAAAADgI/DQaG0Jncajg/s1600/101_4534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBL4I9OV3TA/TwJ1hKLz1oI/AAAAAAAADgI/DQaG0Jncajg/s400/101_4534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693242091479750274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last couple of times Haley has wanted to feed the giraffes but always dropped the lettuce at the last second and wouldn't let the giraffe take it out of her hand. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2euDkP6PNI/TwJ1gNVQN1I/AAAAAAAADfw/mto-L5uaMt8/s1600/101_4539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2euDkP6PNI/TwJ1gNVQN1I/AAAAAAAADfw/mto-L5uaMt8/s400/101_4539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693242075144795986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But she finally got over her fear and loved feeding the baby giraffe's this time. Michael was pretty interested, and wasn't afraid of it at all.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EtdBAtOHBl8/TwJ1fxMUXgI/AAAAAAAADfk/0_MIONJ9YeY/s1600/101_4540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EtdBAtOHBl8/TwJ1fxMUXgI/AAAAAAAADfk/0_MIONJ9YeY/s400/101_4540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693242067591126530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-67781449233742400?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/67781449233742400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=67781449233742400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/67781449233742400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/67781449233742400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/09/riverbanks.html' title='Riverbanks'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vWSuVwol9wE/TwJ1gxpi38I/AAAAAAAADf8/IQ3AuqLOjm4/s72-c/101_4533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-8370713880662133447</id><published>2011-09-22T22:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:51:21.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haley's First Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpPNyqmKRws/TwJzWP_yN7I/AAAAAAAADfA/WTLDY4T5wmM/s1600/101_4514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpPNyqmKRws/TwJzWP_yN7I/AAAAAAAADfA/WTLDY4T5wmM/s400/101_4514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693239705038108594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 2 years and 9 months, Haley finally got her first haircut. We've tried several times to get her to agree to a haircut, but she wouldn't do it. We asked her a couple of times while hanging out at Grandma's but she said no.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RS8vcLDZGMc/TwJzVyVC-9I/AAAAAAAADe0/VsHgoY3Yh1o/s1600/101_4516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RS8vcLDZGMc/TwJzVyVC-9I/AAAAAAAADe0/VsHgoY3Yh1o/s400/101_4516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693239697074224082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then all of a sudden she said she wanted a haircut. Grandma used to cut hair and had her own beauty shop before she retired, so it was pretty special to have her do the cutting.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GPrR5VRpxPU/TwJzUoaaOrI/AAAAAAAADeo/A2X5AaE0O5g/s1600/101_4520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GPrR5VRpxPU/TwJzUoaaOrI/AAAAAAAADeo/A2X5AaE0O5g/s400/101_4520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693239677232495282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She wanted to sit in Vicki's lap, but was still a little nervous.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i-piqJHaYNo/Tw0MR_d2ufI/AAAAAAAAD8o/lE9O8EL7l3c/s1600/101_4518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i-piqJHaYNo/Tw0MR_d2ufI/AAAAAAAAD8o/lE9O8EL7l3c/s400/101_4518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696222606927510002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to admit I did shed a couple of tears. I can't believe my baby girl is so big. And losing those curls made me sad.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gud1Jsawqc/TwJzUew4J7I/AAAAAAAADeY/AObeq-pUH2o/s1600/101_4523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gud1Jsawqc/TwJzUew4J7I/AAAAAAAADeY/AObeq-pUH2o/s400/101_4523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693239674642376626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley wanted to watch in the mirror and wasn't too traumatized by it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GWWABM1LzIw/TwJzUDERRAI/AAAAAAAADeQ/SrT9oVEDjDI/s1600/101_4524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GWWABM1LzIw/TwJzUDERRAI/AAAAAAAADeQ/SrT9oVEDjDI/s400/101_4524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693239667207521282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think she looks more like a boy now, but I know it will grow out thicker now and look better in the long run. And she is still such a pretty little thing.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ThgZSgk0XEw/Tw0MSZ3tEvI/AAAAAAAAD80/D5slPbeHEuc/s1600/101_4530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ThgZSgk0XEw/Tw0MSZ3tEvI/AAAAAAAAD80/D5slPbeHEuc/s400/101_4530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696222614015251186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-8370713880662133447?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/8370713880662133447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=8370713880662133447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8370713880662133447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8370713880662133447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/09/haleys-first-haircut.html' title='Haley&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpPNyqmKRws/TwJzWP_yN7I/AAAAAAAADfA/WTLDY4T5wmM/s72-c/101_4514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-3212130208899642983</id><published>2011-09-20T21:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:50:24.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haley's 1st Game of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6o1_2qg3ks/TwJuVGRZRUI/AAAAAAAADdE/AIds4qm7wXE/s1600/101_4529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6o1_2qg3ks/TwJuVGRZRUI/AAAAAAAADdE/AIds4qm7wXE/s400/101_4529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693234187689608514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took Haley to the Auburn game this weekend. She was very excited about getting a Tiger Paw on her cheek.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-dJa_58O10/Tw0CLWxyzUI/AAAAAAAAD8c/271Y9n8oZj8/s1600/0917111309_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-dJa_58O10/Tw0CLWxyzUI/AAAAAAAAD8c/271Y9n8oZj8/s400/0917111309_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696211497809792322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was hot and it was nap time, so a little cotton candy was enlisted to keep her occupied in the stadium. She was satisfied with dainty little bites at first, and then decided to just go all in.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Skn0WDt5vHw/Tw0CLP4fQXI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/9MGIRajYDBk/s1600/0917111314_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Skn0WDt5vHw/Tw0CLP4fQXI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/9MGIRajYDBk/s400/0917111314_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696211495958823282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She lasted until halftime and then on the way to the car, got distracted by a bag of Cheetos and the Auburn band in the West End Zone. So she ran in circles around me while I watched the game on the big screen standing in the shade, with a nice breeze. We had a really good time, and had a nice quiet ride home!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kaSDmI7A6JY/TwJuUyP66-I/AAAAAAAADc4/gZ9dRLkM2Nc/s1600/101_4531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kaSDmI7A6JY/TwJuUyP66-I/AAAAAAAADc4/gZ9dRLkM2Nc/s400/101_4531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693234182314716130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-3212130208899642983?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/3212130208899642983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=3212130208899642983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/3212130208899642983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/3212130208899642983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/09/haleys-1st-game-of-year.html' title='Haley&apos;s 1st Game of the Year'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6o1_2qg3ks/TwJuVGRZRUI/AAAAAAAADdE/AIds4qm7wXE/s72-c/101_4529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-6231494013734350391</id><published>2011-09-18T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:49:34.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Grandma's</title><content type='html'>This was our 2nd out of 3 weekends in Columbia this month and we decided to spend Friday at Grandma's house.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvYZLUMDa2Q/TwJwDR-lezI/AAAAAAAADeA/chOM3dHTdPU/s1600/101_4500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvYZLUMDa2Q/TwJwDR-lezI/AAAAAAAADeA/chOM3dHTdPU/s400/101_4500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693236080617552690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"My Vicki" bought Haley a memory game and she had a good time squaring off with Grandma. She actually does really well remembering where the cards are, but she's not so good with taking turns and keeping score. If you flip over a card and she knows where the match is she will turn it over and let you have it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tcaahcLa64k/TwJwB5ugYYI/AAAAAAAADdo/CCzo1hYMOwU/s1600/101_4510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tcaahcLa64k/TwJwB5ugYYI/AAAAAAAADdo/CCzo1hYMOwU/s400/101_4510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693236056927789442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZbbA0sKkcg/TwJwBmQJjVI/AAAAAAAADdY/lgDeiSuZldw/s1600/101_4511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZbbA0sKkcg/TwJwBmQJjVI/AAAAAAAADdY/lgDeiSuZldw/s400/101_4511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693236051700190546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know Grandma loves rocking a baby. And I just can't believe this baby isn't so little anymore.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2kafPE-4NM/TwJwBUZy6gI/AAAAAAAADdQ/goU8My5U59U/s1600/101_4527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2kafPE-4NM/TwJwBUZy6gI/AAAAAAAADdQ/goU8My5U59U/s400/101_4527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693236046908811778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time with Grandma and Vicki and had there was a super exciting event that happened which will be featured in another post. I am so glad that my kids have such a wonderful extended family and have so many people that love them. And I am so thankful to be part of such a great family.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBSLQc0GTb0/TwJwC3iaNuI/AAAAAAAADd0/v5LyHlczReQ/s1600/101_4508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBSLQc0GTb0/TwJwC3iaNuI/AAAAAAAADd0/v5LyHlczReQ/s400/101_4508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693236073520051938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-6231494013734350391?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/6231494013734350391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=6231494013734350391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6231494013734350391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6231494013734350391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/09/visit-to-grandmas.html' title='Visit to Grandma&apos;s'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvYZLUMDa2Q/TwJwDR-lezI/AAAAAAAADeA/chOM3dHTdPU/s72-c/101_4500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-2191065844217808082</id><published>2011-09-12T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:48:53.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_xbP86fmrU/TwJ0RGpgp-I/AAAAAAAADfY/DrzrOLp9b7M/s1600/101_4499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_xbP86fmrU/TwJ0RGpgp-I/AAAAAAAADfY/DrzrOLp9b7M/s400/101_4499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693240716141045730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried to get pictures of the four cousins together. These were the best of the bunch. Daniel refused to get close to the chair and Haley kept licking Michael. She even told Anna, "You can lick him if you want to." After that, Michael was out of there!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQ5xoLcFFj4/TwJ0QzS6E_I/AAAAAAAADfM/LkHjHoO6RG0/s1600/101_4496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQ5xoLcFFj4/TwJ0QzS6E_I/AAAAAAAADfM/LkHjHoO6RG0/s400/101_4496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693240710945969138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-2191065844217808082?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/2191065844217808082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=2191065844217808082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2191065844217808082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2191065844217808082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/09/epic-failure.html' title='Epic Failure'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_xbP86fmrU/TwJ0RGpgp-I/AAAAAAAADfY/DrzrOLp9b7M/s72-c/101_4499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-7057386165111898167</id><published>2011-09-09T22:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:48:08.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What She Said - #2</title><content type='html'>I moved Haley's car seat into the middle of the van, so she can see out of the windshield pretty well now. The other morning she said, &lt;strong&gt;"There's no cars up there, we can go faster Mommy."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley saw me getting dressed one morning and said &lt;strong&gt;"You're not wearing a bra. You just wearing your milk today?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's learning the days of the week and we were talking about going to SC for some football games soon. We asked her when she wanted to go and she said, &lt;strong&gt;"Maybe after Tuesday."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Michael's 6 month check up and the nurse said he measured 26.5 inches. Haley just looked at me and said, &lt;strong&gt;"We can't cut him in half."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got "hurt" jumping on the bed one night and Justin gave her a sip of his coke to calm her down. After a few seconds she said.&lt;strong&gt;"I'm still hurting, I need another sip."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading her name letters in her room, she asked who put them on her wall. Since I painted them and did all the work I said that I did. She looked at me for a second and then said, &lt;strong&gt;"Probably Daddy did it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley: I need lots of band-aids.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why baby, what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Haley: My tummy hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-7057386165111898167?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7057386165111898167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=7057386165111898167&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7057386165111898167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7057386165111898167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/09/thats-what-she-said-2.html' title='That&apos;s What She Said - #2'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-4282050751158775783</id><published>2011-09-06T21:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:47:16.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime at Granny's</title><content type='html'>We got some visiting in with the cousins this weekend in Columbia. We now put Michael upstairs in the bonus room to try to keep him away from the noise of the other three.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iO_BTOmbiq8/TwJrVoVFDvI/AAAAAAAADcU/xNI-zZXer3c/s1600/101_4491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iO_BTOmbiq8/TwJrVoVFDvI/AAAAAAAADcU/xNI-zZXer3c/s400/101_4491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693230898296983282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I only took a few pictures and they were once the kids settled down. This is about the only time they are still and it takes blankets, pacis, and Dora to get it done.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3LY6ToAC5A/TwJrVStk3bI/AAAAAAAADcE/6MIPNz1GtSs/s1600/101_4492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3LY6ToAC5A/TwJrVStk3bI/AAAAAAAADcE/6MIPNz1GtSs/s400/101_4492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693230892494151090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley's sleep issues continued during our trip and it was taking so long to get her to stay in bed that we both just ended up in bed with Granny. I took this picture after Michael woke up during the night. My spot was to the left of Haley, I'm glad she was comfortable at least!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1yhMlIULhZs/TwJrVCeoBhI/AAAAAAAADb8/1G4zmKMRRrg/s1600/101_4493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1yhMlIULhZs/TwJrVCeoBhI/AAAAAAAADb8/1G4zmKMRRrg/s400/101_4493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693230888136476178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-4282050751158775783?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/4282050751158775783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=4282050751158775783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4282050751158775783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4282050751158775783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/09/bedtime-at-grannys.html' title='Bedtime at Granny&apos;s'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iO_BTOmbiq8/TwJrVoVFDvI/AAAAAAAADcU/xNI-zZXer3c/s72-c/101_4491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-1396811184870699873</id><published>2011-09-04T21:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:46:40.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GG's New Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ni95dPpfUAA/TwJobB_nGrI/AAAAAAAADao/E5hEpVe4JHU/s1600/000_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ni95dPpfUAA/TwJobB_nGrI/AAAAAAAADao/E5hEpVe4JHU/s400/000_0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693227692550724274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to visit my Grandma at her assisted living place for the first time this weekend. She moved into a place in Irmo and it was really nice. Haley enjoyed playing with a deflated balloon and Michael enjoyed slobbering. Some of the other residents had a good time watching Haley run up and down the hall too.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exIIC975CrE/TwJoa2hjZ8I/AAAAAAAADac/5LhqhY5EaME/s1600/000_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exIIC975CrE/TwJoa2hjZ8I/AAAAAAAADac/5LhqhY5EaME/s400/000_0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693227689471862722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-1396811184870699873?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/1396811184870699873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=1396811184870699873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1396811184870699873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1396811184870699873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/09/ggs-new-place.html' title='GG&apos;s New Place'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ni95dPpfUAA/TwJobB_nGrI/AAAAAAAADao/E5hEpVe4JHU/s72-c/000_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-8790687061300632606</id><published>2011-09-01T21:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:45:55.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short End of the Stick</title><content type='html'>I think I have pictures of every time Haley tried a new food. Ummmm with Michael....not so much.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xm5k_XI9gNg/TwJnvEIIRuI/AAAAAAAADZ8/qVFGYMIWlT8/s1600/101_4477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xm5k_XI9gNg/TwJnvEIIRuI/AAAAAAAADZ8/qVFGYMIWlT8/s400/101_4477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693226937209079522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has started eating some baby food now, and here are the first pictures I've taken. He's making a face here, but he actually liked the green beans.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_dYpLyvMIf4/TwJnuss0iMI/AAAAAAAADZw/KZgaIFdMuYg/s1600/101_4478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_dYpLyvMIf4/TwJnuss0iMI/AAAAAAAADZw/KZgaIFdMuYg/s400/101_4478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693226930920523970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley was a little bit peeved that he was sitting in "her" highchair.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCtW7mbo9Oo/TwJntj_TTAI/AAAAAAAADZk/zzKiPpg36GI/s1600/101_4483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCtW7mbo9Oo/TwJntj_TTAI/AAAAAAAADZk/zzKiPpg36GI/s400/101_4483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693226911402249218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Michael got comfortable to try to antagonize her even more.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8zRxpdo8vU/TwJntCjaO5I/AAAAAAAADZY/yQBPmLdEtcI/s1600/101_4488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8zRxpdo8vU/TwJntCjaO5I/AAAAAAAADZY/yQBPmLdEtcI/s400/101_4488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693226902426893202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is much happier when he's eating in the bumbo and she can help feed him, and he's plenty happy as long as he's eating.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c__wstqdK2k/TwJnvVtcs6I/AAAAAAAADaI/_N8umq3gNSA/s1600/101_4475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c__wstqdK2k/TwJnvVtcs6I/AAAAAAAADaI/_N8umq3gNSA/s400/101_4475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693226941929010082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-8790687061300632606?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/8790687061300632606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=8790687061300632606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8790687061300632606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8790687061300632606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2012/01/michael-eating.html' title='Short End of the Stick'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xm5k_XI9gNg/TwJnvEIIRuI/AAAAAAAADZ8/qVFGYMIWlT8/s72-c/101_4477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-5239795949644422740</id><published>2011-08-30T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:44:57.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pw2aS-Kj4Mk/TwJqSn-mjzI/AAAAAAAADbg/4QBR1YI-lxY/s1600/101_4469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pw2aS-Kj4Mk/TwJqSn-mjzI/AAAAAAAADbg/4QBR1YI-lxY/s400/101_4469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693229747151474482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are not great pictures, but they do get the point across. Now that I am working, we have to do baths for both kids at night. So we have finally combined the two to shorten the routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXn5rRQs4Y0/TwJqSfuJ5OI/AAAAAAAADbY/WLb_ptljQLk/s1600/101_4465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXn5rRQs4Y0/TwJqSfuJ5OI/AAAAAAAADbY/WLb_ptljQLk/s400/101_4465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693229744935003362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a nice change of scenery for Michael, and Haley was just happy to have someone else listen to her sing and play and talk nonstop in the tub.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxEiPQYOwz8/TwJqShS-zXI/AAAAAAAADb0/Ok6yoYWxG4c/s1600/101_4472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxEiPQYOwz8/TwJqShS-zXI/AAAAAAAADb0/Ok6yoYWxG4c/s400/101_4472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693229745357901170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and she was also pretty excited about working on some of her poses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-5239795949644422740?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/5239795949644422740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=5239795949644422740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5239795949644422740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5239795949644422740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/bath-time.html' title='Bath Time'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pw2aS-Kj4Mk/TwJqSn-mjzI/AAAAAAAADbg/4QBR1YI-lxY/s72-c/101_4469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-3365668452403712294</id><published>2011-08-28T21:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:44:20.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilder's World with Two</title><content type='html'>I took both kids to Wilder's World for the first time this weekend. Kim and Lathan went too, so we traded off watching Michael and running after the older kids.&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7S03407MJE/TwJpExdtRYI/AAAAAAAADbA/mt9ZiZaP9dQ/s1600/101_4464.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693228409668060546 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7S03407MJE/TwJpExdtRYI/AAAAAAAADbA/mt9ZiZaP9dQ/s400/101_4464.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Haley had a blast of course, but I am really surprised at how much fun Michael had too. He played with some toys for awhile, but he probably could have sat in this thing and jumped all morning. &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2XCnNsMF9kg/TwJpEr5J9eI/AAAAAAAADa0/pV7MeBY3xPs/s1600/101_4463.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693228408172574178 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2XCnNsMF9kg/TwJpEr5J9eI/AAAAAAAADa0/pV7MeBY3xPs/s400/101_4463.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;This is such a great place for a couple hours of fairly cheap entertainment, and it definitely guarantees good naps in the afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a378c1315aae06e3" 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://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da378c1315aae06e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D400D8FAAA3CBC63F7031BB77485D025E7C94B262.69421D0261CA9A2DFACA1F574AAAD717C4AEDE59%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da378c1315aae06e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGk-bYmgqKhWqLk6Ckw6GVLfXeH8&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://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da378c1315aae06e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D400D8FAAA3CBC63F7031BB77485D025E7C94B262.69421D0261CA9A2DFACA1F574AAAD717C4AEDE59%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da378c1315aae06e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGk-bYmgqKhWqLk6Ckw6GVLfXeH8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-3365668452403712294?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/3365668452403712294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=3365668452403712294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/3365668452403712294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/3365668452403712294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/wilders-world-with-two.html' title='Wilder&apos;s World with Two'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7S03407MJE/TwJpExdtRYI/AAAAAAAADbA/mt9ZiZaP9dQ/s72-c/101_4464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-7157794685115397609</id><published>2011-08-24T21:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:43:36.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N2pCfzJMl1E/TwJpg8uzQeI/AAAAAAAADbM/HvqLfphRlnA/s1600/101_4474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N2pCfzJMl1E/TwJpg8uzQeI/AAAAAAAADbM/HvqLfphRlnA/s400/101_4474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693228893728883170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have really been struggling with bedtime lately. Haley has decided she doesn't want to fall asleep by herself. We've tried changing routines, reading more stories, being nice, being stern, spanking, just about everything. Some nights she will get out of bed 7-8 times, and drag it out 2 hours until she finally goes to sleep. Then she is getting up in the middle of the night too. I try to be strong, but some nights I just put her in bed with us to try to get a little sleep. The past couple of nights haven't been too bad, so hopefully things will keep improving. These struggles have resulted in some funny conversations though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, I said "Haley you need to lay down and go to sleep." And then she said, "I can't do it Mommy, I'm too busy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came out of her room around 4:45 one morning while Justin was getting ready for work. &lt;br /&gt;Justin: You need to be a big girl and go back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Haley: I'm not a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Are you a little girl?&lt;br /&gt;Haley: No, I'm not a little girl. &lt;br /&gt;Justin: Then what are you?&lt;br /&gt;after a short pause&lt;br /&gt;Haley: I'm a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning after a rather easy bedtime. I thanked Haley for staying in her bed all night and she said, "Well, thank you for not spanking my bottom again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and I were both in her room putting her to sleep one night, and she was taking forever to get her dolls where she wanted them. I said, "Come on Haley, I'm so tired." She replied, "I know you tired Mama, but I got to get my babies situated."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-7157794685115397609?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7157794685115397609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=7157794685115397609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7157794685115397609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7157794685115397609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N2pCfzJMl1E/TwJpg8uzQeI/AAAAAAAADbM/HvqLfphRlnA/s72-c/101_4474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-6643524501652840067</id><published>2011-08-23T18:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:42:20.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Subella</title><content type='html'>Since we were out of town most of this visit, I only got a couple of pictures of Subella with Michael.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afO5yakkCyE/Tk2T_JjedRI/AAAAAAAADZQ/bid6Oks9n9s/s1600/101_4459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afO5yakkCyE/Tk2T_JjedRI/AAAAAAAADZQ/bid6Oks9n9s/s400/101_4459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642328621270856978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so nice and rejuvenating to get away, to see some great golf, to sleep through the night, and to spend some quality time together. Thank you so much Subella!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vWEDigacOp8/Tk2T-2w9dVI/AAAAAAAADZI/kccZvxDAhYM/s1600/101_4458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vWEDigacOp8/Tk2T-2w9dVI/AAAAAAAADZI/kccZvxDAhYM/s400/101_4458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642328616227140946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-6643524501652840067?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/6643524501652840067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=6643524501652840067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6643524501652840067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6643524501652840067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/thanks-subella.html' title='Thanks Subella'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afO5yakkCyE/Tk2T_JjedRI/AAAAAAAADZQ/bid6Oks9n9s/s72-c/101_4459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-7970426098194451156</id><published>2011-08-21T17:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:41:38.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael and Grandaddy</title><content type='html'>Justin and I went to Atlanta to the PGA Championship for two glorious nights. Subella came down Thursday to stay with the kids, and then Grandaddy came to help on Friday. We got home Saturday and I got to see Michael really enjoy some one on one time with Grandaddy. He really is such a sweet, sweet happy boy!&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQTHJwOhvoo/Tk2C0EpucLI/AAAAAAAADYQ/ETeuMKSm-xw/s1600/101_4446.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642309739278659762 border=0 alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQTHJwOhvoo/Tk2C0EpucLI/AAAAAAAADYQ/ETeuMKSm-xw/s400/101_4446.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fFWae4UAmk/Tk2Czu8itTI/AAAAAAAADYI/yrbYmcTnBzU/s1600/101_4451.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642309733452002610 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fFWae4UAmk/Tk2Czu8itTI/AAAAAAAADYI/yrbYmcTnBzU/s400/101_4451.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lc88gCUyBBU/Tk2CzBUvFrI/AAAAAAAADYA/mpZlZTpjtDE/s1600/101_4453.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5oF-sqQemE/TkCO2wInXBI/AAAAAAAADV4/y_LzZptCScE/s400/101_4386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638663804752976914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am really looking forward to the day when Haley and Michael can play together unsupervised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hLPXucdQ2hQ/TkCO2gj88EI/AAAAAAAADVw/BG9k9zmQ8Yg/s1600/101_4387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hLPXucdQ2hQ/TkCO2gj88EI/AAAAAAAADVw/BG9k9zmQ8Yg/s400/101_4387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638663800572670018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I don't think we are quite there yet.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwsWZDzBN_4/TkCO2HqSMEI/AAAAAAAADVo/uFTP1xjxvgM/s1600/101_4388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwsWZDzBN_4/TkCO2HqSMEI/AAAAAAAADVo/uFTP1xjxvgM/s400/101_4388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638663793888342082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although Michael seems pretty content,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0_yl5b2OrA/TkCO183KpRI/AAAAAAAADVg/F3dqnpfYvrk/s1600/101_4390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0_yl5b2OrA/TkCO183KpRI/AAAAAAAADVg/F3dqnpfYvrk/s400/101_4390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638663790989583634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As long as he has something to chew on!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGHyGSKGj3Q/TkCO1kLiQAI/AAAAAAAADVY/Rx0fsirKybA/s1600/101_4391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGHyGSKGj3Q/TkCO1kLiQAI/AAAAAAAADVY/Rx0fsirKybA/s400/101_4391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638663784364130306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-7711294884905869502?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7711294884905869502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=7711294884905869502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7711294884905869502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7711294884905869502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/playing.html' title='Playing Together?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5oF-sqQemE/TkCO2wInXBI/AAAAAAAADV4/y_LzZptCScE/s72-c/101_4386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-5550812360944489627</id><published>2011-08-18T18:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:22:02.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sign of the Times</title><content type='html'>Michael is such a sweet and happy baby these days. He is working on sitting up, but has fun laying down playing with toys. He loves to be around people and gets seriously intrigued when he sees the camera.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwvw14HLrRM/Tk2TTky0R9I/AAAAAAAADZA/Tgnax7Vy1M8/s1600/101_4419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwvw14HLrRM/Tk2TTky0R9I/AAAAAAAADZA/Tgnax7Vy1M8/s400/101_4419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642327872668714962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley is getting so grown up I can't hardly believe it. She has been dressing herself a lot lately, although sometimes she doesn't get it quite right. But she never seems to mind!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I0jOmWF3DrU/Tk2TTREdjJI/AAAAAAAADY4/QdDHVMzxEoI/s1600/101_4418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I0jOmWF3DrU/Tk2TTREdjJI/AAAAAAAADY4/QdDHVMzxEoI/s400/101_4418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642327867374013586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-5550812360944489627?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/5550812360944489627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=5550812360944489627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5550812360944489627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5550812360944489627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/sign-of-times.html' title='A Sign of the Times'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwvw14HLrRM/Tk2TTky0R9I/AAAAAAAADZA/Tgnax7Vy1M8/s72-c/101_4419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-1330461368060928828</id><published>2011-08-17T20:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:21:36.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Him Lay with Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rUY0iGXJtXY/TkCHEO14KhI/AAAAAAAADTA/QGSmPm1PP7s/s1600/101_4368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rUY0iGXJtXY/TkCHEO14KhI/AAAAAAAADTA/QGSmPm1PP7s/s400/101_4368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638655240241162770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that Michael is getting bigger Haley likes to "play" with him, which really means she likes to tell him what to do and treat him like a doll.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FofHrUGuxSs/TkCHDyVuOYI/AAAAAAAADS4/rVZriEDzF14/s1600/101_4369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FofHrUGuxSs/TkCHDyVuOYI/AAAAAAAADS4/rVZriEDzF14/s400/101_4369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638655232590100866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily, today she just wanted him to lay with her on her Elmo chair, which is something that he could handle pretty well.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JAJttsiGn_4/TkCHDt8gzwI/AAAAAAAADSw/n4pEOMuc3QE/s1600/101_4371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JAJttsiGn_4/TkCHDt8gzwI/AAAAAAAADSw/n4pEOMuc3QE/s400/101_4371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638655231410622210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he doesn't even seem to mind. I think he might be enjoying himself here.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oiaUM8FkW8U/TkCHDZLYndI/AAAAAAAADSo/krZnlpcJemI/s1600/101_4372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oiaUM8FkW8U/TkCHDZLYndI/AAAAAAAADSo/krZnlpcJemI/s400/101_4372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638655225835855314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think he is even playing along and pretending to be asleep, but I don't think his pretend snoring is quite up to par.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FVgtJKSUOk/TkCHDBeS2tI/AAAAAAAADSg/Zp5ZPkeNhzo/s1600/101_4373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FVgtJKSUOk/TkCHDBeS2tI/AAAAAAAADSg/Zp5ZPkeNhzo/s400/101_4373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638655219472718546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-1330461368060928828?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/1330461368060928828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=1330461368060928828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1330461368060928828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1330461368060928828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/make-him-lay-with-me.html' title='Make Him Lay with Me'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rUY0iGXJtXY/TkCHEO14KhI/AAAAAAAADTA/QGSmPm1PP7s/s72-c/101_4368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-95068955716515660</id><published>2011-08-15T17:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:03:41.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and Seek</title><content type='html'>Haley loves to play Hide and Seek in the evening, but she is not exactly the best hider yet. She'll hide somewhere like under a blanket on top of the bed, and when you pretend that you can't see her she'll pop up and say I'm right here. Her daddy showed her a new place to hide and it quickly became her favorite.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnmzMsuksKY/Tk2BCfThF9I/AAAAAAAADXo/azRzRxcwaw8/s1600/101_4420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnmzMsuksKY/Tk2BCfThF9I/AAAAAAAADXo/azRzRxcwaw8/s400/101_4420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642307787928180690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After I "found" them Haley said, "let's hide again. go count to 15 mommy" and Justin asked where she wanted to hide and she said "right here", so then she proceeded to hide in our bathtub again, and again, and again.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KzNpTpvXL8s/Tk2BB3repNI/AAAAAAAADXg/iUgk11ON_vo/s1600/101_4421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KzNpTpvXL8s/Tk2BB3repNI/AAAAAAAADXg/iUgk11ON_vo/s400/101_4421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642307777291265234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now she's been taking baths in our bathtub and pretends she's swimming around catching lizards!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t3pBmJrcwx0/Tk2BBj5QQxI/AAAAAAAADXY/V17QrCL80FI/s1600/101_4422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t3pBmJrcwx0/Tk2BBj5QQxI/AAAAAAAADXY/V17QrCL80FI/s400/101_4422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642307771980333842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-95068955716515660?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/95068955716515660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=95068955716515660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/95068955716515660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/95068955716515660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and Seek'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnmzMsuksKY/Tk2BCfThF9I/AAAAAAAADXo/azRzRxcwaw8/s72-c/101_4420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-1262900316902517681</id><published>2011-08-13T06:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:03:04.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Jump Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M4Nf0E945H8/Tk2H28NK-WI/AAAAAAAADYw/v1MeruCKuQw/s1600/101_4435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M4Nf0E945H8/Tk2H28NK-WI/AAAAAAAADYw/v1MeruCKuQw/s400/101_4435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642315286109157730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael's teachers put him in a Johnny Jump Up at school, and said that he loved it. So we asked Suebella to bring down the one at her house for us to use at home.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imCVNqrbuqY/Tk2H2lfKlLI/AAAAAAAADYo/kB1ty_f1Vh8/s1600/101_4436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imCVNqrbuqY/Tk2H2lfKlLI/AAAAAAAADYo/kB1ty_f1Vh8/s400/101_4436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642315280010613938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he really does loves it. He jumps and twists and I think even tries to swing too.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQwVgDXbiiM/Tk2H2VYDLkI/AAAAAAAADYg/lt7EdWiAiew/s1600/101_4437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQwVgDXbiiM/Tk2H2VYDLkI/AAAAAAAADYg/lt7EdWiAiew/s400/101_4437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642315275685801538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After I was taking pictures of Michael, Haley wanted me to take her picture too.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tcR6_FZdrw/Tk2H2EhyPKI/AAAAAAAADYY/f3LuuLt9D9o/s1600/101_4441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tcR6_FZdrw/Tk2H2EhyPKI/AAAAAAAADYY/f3LuuLt9D9o/s400/101_4441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642315271163231394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a little video of my sweet happy boy jumping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab0d32a9b0c5060d" 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://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab0d32a9b0c5060d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D568A4D4B886D392E34D40DB51A9A5D11A999B86F.6D52C9BCC8FC6644D7E1ECFB2FD49FD72FB6A224%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab0d32a9b0c5060d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Drh2F0g5gCk7AwXhKHKjxVnDOLg4&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://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab0d32a9b0c5060d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D568A4D4B886D392E34D40DB51A9A5D11A999B86F.6D52C9BCC8FC6644D7E1ECFB2FD49FD72FB6A224%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab0d32a9b0c5060d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Drh2F0g5gCk7AwXhKHKjxVnDOLg4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-1262900316902517681?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/1262900316902517681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=1262900316902517681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1262900316902517681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1262900316902517681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/johnny-jump-up.html' title='Johnny Jump Up'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M4Nf0E945H8/Tk2H28NK-WI/AAAAAAAADYw/v1MeruCKuQw/s72-c/101_4435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-9181659734878085413</id><published>2011-08-11T07:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:46:38.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Kinds of Haleys</title><content type='html'>Haley loves to stand on the counter in our bathrom and look at herself in the mirror. She recently discovered that she can see "all kinds of Haleys" when she stands in the corner. She likes to stand in the corner with a hand on each mirror, so that there are 4 Haley's in a circle and she plays Ring around the Rosie with herself. I know there are a lot of pictures here, but she will seriously just stand there and look at herself forever.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6sj7dN7ERjY/Tk2AUDGxWgI/AAAAAAAADXQ/JUFXgq2EU4Y/s1600/101_4423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6sj7dN7ERjY/Tk2AUDGxWgI/AAAAAAAADXQ/JUFXgq2EU4Y/s400/101_4423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642306990084545026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2-lD5ZC9UM/Tk1-3m16daI/AAAAAAAADXI/UBOrshFLaGc/s1600/101_4424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2-lD5ZC9UM/Tk1-3m16daI/AAAAAAAADXI/UBOrshFLaGc/s400/101_4424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642305401949681058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3iQYVPSS7c/Tk1-3WnUn8I/AAAAAAAADXA/9o_7W8cgpZ8/s1600/101_4425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3iQYVPSS7c/Tk1-3WnUn8I/AAAAAAAADXA/9o_7W8cgpZ8/s400/101_4425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642305397593513922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HH_YRVoktJc/Tk1-28mKR_I/AAAAAAAADW4/F-Oa_4v5rag/s1600/101_4426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HH_YRVoktJc/Tk1-28mKR_I/AAAAAAAADW4/F-Oa_4v5rag/s400/101_4426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642305390609319922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wK_BaQWmGUs/Tk1-2kwmbEI/AAAAAAAADWw/cLUZ3qGcDZA/s1600/101_4427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wK_BaQWmGUs/Tk1-2kwmbEI/AAAAAAAADWw/cLUZ3qGcDZA/s400/101_4427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642305384210656322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jtqVvuf4nmM/Tk1-2VG6v0I/AAAAAAAADWo/nTfhuSJDNtU/s1600/101_4428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jtqVvuf4nmM/Tk1-2VG6v0I/AAAAAAAADWo/nTfhuSJDNtU/s400/101_4428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642305380009295682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bourPephFDM/Tkz-HfTcDaI/AAAAAAAADWg/PqkQ9EYi4Xo/s1600/101_4429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bourPephFDM/Tkz-HfTcDaI/AAAAAAAADWg/PqkQ9EYi4Xo/s400/101_4429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642163837803957666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RjhvwD4-hY/Tkz-HITSEzI/AAAAAAAADWY/M7_XTWorCPY/s1600/101_4430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RjhvwD4-hY/Tkz-HITSEzI/AAAAAAAADWY/M7_XTWorCPY/s400/101_4430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642163831629288242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3VSHYf5QMIE/Tkz-GzATjHI/AAAAAAAADWQ/m3Hx7HbwH14/s1600/101_4431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3VSHYf5QMIE/Tkz-GzATjHI/AAAAAAAADWQ/m3Hx7HbwH14/s400/101_4431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642163825912548466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnFemTpVhTw/Tkz-GRlJqDI/AAAAAAAADWI/YKyl-eQ2v6o/s1600/101_4432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnFemTpVhTw/Tkz-GRlJqDI/AAAAAAAADWI/YKyl-eQ2v6o/s400/101_4432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642163816940283954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7K4JiNcPmg/Tkz-GPyv8TI/AAAAAAAADWA/gxnaVp5Ze_U/s1600/101_4433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7K4JiNcPmg/Tkz-GPyv8TI/AAAAAAAADWA/gxnaVp5Ze_U/s400/101_4433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642163816460448050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes, I love the pretty handprints all over the mirrors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-9181659734878085413?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/9181659734878085413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=9181659734878085413&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/9181659734878085413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/9181659734878085413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-kinds-of-haleys.html' title='All Kinds of Haleys'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6sj7dN7ERjY/Tk2AUDGxWgI/AAAAAAAADXQ/JUFXgq2EU4Y/s72-c/101_4423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-5490912640138594396</id><published>2011-08-09T21:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T21:57:43.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttnjua4nQd8/TkCMgXStJ9I/AAAAAAAADUw/YIrDwqyztVY/s1600/101_4409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttnjua4nQd8/TkCMgXStJ9I/AAAAAAAADUw/YIrDwqyztVY/s400/101_4409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638661221104035794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael found his left foot last weekend. He can't get it into his mouth because of his big belly and ginormous thighs. And the silly boy hasn't figured out that he has a right foot yet. It's been several days and he still has no clue that there's two feet down there.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQRmQRSpsxM/TkCMgJDetFI/AAAAAAAADUo/-IyDLOINf84/s1600/101_4410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQRmQRSpsxM/TkCMgJDetFI/AAAAAAAADUo/-IyDLOINf84/s400/101_4410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638661217282077778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And in other news he can now roll over from his belly to his back. He's done it several times in his crib and gets mad that he's stuck on his back. Until Haley hears him, then she runs in there and talks to him to make him smile.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lqi-BBdi1s4/TkCMgvIFHiI/AAAAAAAADU4/ho-x7aK12Wo/s1600/101_4406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lqi-BBdi1s4/TkCMgvIFHiI/AAAAAAAADU4/ho-x7aK12Wo/s400/101_4406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638661227501919778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-5490912640138594396?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/5490912640138594396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=5490912640138594396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5490912640138594396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5490912640138594396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/look-what-i-found.html' title='Look What I Found'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttnjua4nQd8/TkCMgXStJ9I/AAAAAAAADUw/YIrDwqyztVY/s72-c/101_4409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-5457096838478559565</id><published>2011-08-08T21:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T23:01:27.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8XCC5eF400/TkCNdqfpAFI/AAAAAAAADVI/7lwrS6Zxuqk/s1600/101_4403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8XCC5eF400/TkCNdqfpAFI/AAAAAAAADVI/7lwrS6Zxuqk/s400/101_4403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638662274230583378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's no denying who this little boy came from. And his crazy sister is something pretty special too. I love these three with all that I have and all that I am, and can't imagine my life without them!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gv82IXXpEB0/TkCNdy5T2qI/AAAAAAAADVQ/osJAUfsArpk/s1600/101_4404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gv82IXXpEB0/TkCNdy5T2qI/AAAAAAAADVQ/osJAUfsArpk/s400/101_4404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638662276485733026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-5457096838478559565?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/5457096838478559565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=5457096838478559565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5457096838478559565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5457096838478559565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8XCC5eF400/TkCNdqfpAFI/AAAAAAAADVI/7lwrS6Zxuqk/s72-c/101_4403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-7711429273710728977</id><published>2011-08-07T21:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:54:54.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Cereal</title><content type='html'>Michael has been really interested in whatever we are eating lately, so we decided to try some rice cereal today. He seemed to know something exciting was going on and he was ready!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQAnkqEI-Z8/TkCLYhwOGaI/AAAAAAAADUg/6ZgawujSzxI/s1600/101_4411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQAnkqEI-Z8/TkCLYhwOGaI/AAAAAAAADUg/6ZgawujSzxI/s400/101_4411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638659986961602978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first few bites didn't quite make it into his mouth, but he got a little better. I think he did actually eat several bites.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SZF0cfL8TU/TkCLYYXl98I/AAAAAAAADUY/fJ0QFf2O8d4/s1600/101_4412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SZF0cfL8TU/TkCLYYXl98I/AAAAAAAADUY/fJ0QFf2O8d4/s400/101_4412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638659984442390466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He wanted to be in control though, and wanted to get the spoon in his mouth as fast as possible, without much regard for what was on the spoon.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nM1KafBCE3Y/TkCLYCFX1KI/AAAAAAAADUQ/k6HAOzOqq5s/s1600/101_4413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nM1KafBCE3Y/TkCLYCFX1KI/AAAAAAAADUQ/k6HAOzOqq5s/s400/101_4413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638659978460386466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think he liked the taste much to start with, but didn't seem to dislike it either. (and this picture just reminds me of Justin).&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Woq2hY7FpUk/TkCLX08-Q7I/AAAAAAAADUI/1FDU0tVsDz4/s1600/101_4414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Woq2hY7FpUk/TkCLX08-Q7I/AAAAAAAADUI/1FDU0tVsDz4/s400/101_4414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638659974935495602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't give him too much, and let him &lt;s&gt;play with&lt;/s&gt; chew on the spoon a little too, which I think made him happier than getting to eat.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk6PHAEqXRE/TkCLXqFloFI/AAAAAAAADUA/7pLTJuenW6M/s1600/101_4415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk6PHAEqXRE/TkCLXqFloFI/AAAAAAAADUA/7pLTJuenW6M/s400/101_4415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638659972018839634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-7711429273710728977?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7711429273710728977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=7711429273710728977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7711429273710728977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7711429273710728977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/starting-cereal.html' title='Starting Cereal'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQAnkqEI-Z8/TkCLYhwOGaI/AAAAAAAADUg/6ZgawujSzxI/s72-c/101_4411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-6050604044493781717</id><published>2011-08-06T20:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:32:39.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Present</title><content type='html'>.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BeyxAYRWrc/TkCFZ-wYxHI/AAAAAAAADSI/JcPSJjcD7IM/s1600/101_4395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BeyxAYRWrc/TkCFZ-wYxHI/AAAAAAAADSI/JcPSJjcD7IM/s400/101_4395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638653414857032818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went out with some girlfriend's for our monthly dinner, and we played Bingo this time too. When I got home I found a present from Haley on the counter&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0oqWzgmW8I/TkCFatqW3yI/AAAAAAAADSY/sY2TFaN-xcM/s1600/101_4400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0oqWzgmW8I/TkCFatqW3yI/AAAAAAAADSY/sY2TFaN-xcM/s400/101_4400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638653427448209186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning she was so excited to show me my present. And tell me it's gonna grow bigger in water. She's such a sweet girl to think of me and miss me while I'm out getting some adult time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lfvVX0AliKY/TkCFacg0SeI/AAAAAAAADSQ/_FZr9FZh37A/s1600/101_4398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lfvVX0AliKY/TkCFacg0SeI/AAAAAAAADSQ/_FZr9FZh37A/s400/101_4398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638653422844791266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-6050604044493781717?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/6050604044493781717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=6050604044493781717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6050604044493781717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6050604044493781717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-present.html' title='My Present'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BeyxAYRWrc/TkCFZ-wYxHI/AAAAAAAADSI/JcPSJjcD7IM/s72-c/101_4395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-9135085129167662241</id><published>2011-08-05T17:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:05:51.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Really Does Listen</title><content type='html'>Haley was swinging around her "big baby" this afternoon and it hit her in the head. She told me "My baby got me. I better put her in time out." So she put the baby in time out. A few minutes later I asked if her baby could come out now and Haley went over to her baby, kneeled down on the floor and said, "Why you get me baby? That's not nice to get me. Now don't get me anymore. Say you're sorry. Now give me a hug and a kiss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-9135085129167662241?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/9135085129167662241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=9135085129167662241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/9135085129167662241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/9135085129167662241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/she-really-does-listen.html' title='She Really Does Listen'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-2780950631623244642</id><published>2011-08-02T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:27:56.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny's Visit</title><content type='html'>Granny and Uncle David came down to vist last weekend and I only took a few pictures of Granny with the kids.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y8wVQdh7ik/TkCIIxs2I9I/AAAAAAAADTQ/tMmoXVpyjGA/s1600/101_4376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y8wVQdh7ik/TkCIIxs2I9I/AAAAAAAADTQ/tMmoXVpyjGA/s400/101_4376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638656417829626834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Granny played little piggy with Michael and now Haley wants me to "Do my piggies" about 5 times a day.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-t3tx_UpsU/TkCIJG2XemI/AAAAAAAADTY/obtiLEs0L-Q/s1600/101_4380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-t3tx_UpsU/TkCIJG2XemI/AAAAAAAADTY/obtiLEs0L-Q/s400/101_4380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638656423506704994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a good visit, but seemed to go by way too fast.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5wF-upyYj0/TkCIISX2m9I/AAAAAAAADTI/WhWzM0kJxzs/s1600/101_4365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5wF-upyYj0/TkCIISX2m9I/AAAAAAAADTI/WhWzM0kJxzs/s400/101_4365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638656409420078034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-2780950631623244642?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/2780950631623244642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=2780950631623244642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2780950631623244642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2780950631623244642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/grannys-visit.html' title='Granny&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y8wVQdh7ik/TkCIIxs2I9I/AAAAAAAADTQ/tMmoXVpyjGA/s72-c/101_4376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-7038319826875160909</id><published>2011-08-01T20:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:20:40.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ypQqys9JRmo/TkCD_MiI99I/AAAAAAAADSA/AqgtbMFeprg/s1600/101_4393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ypQqys9JRmo/TkCD_MiI99I/AAAAAAAADSA/AqgtbMFeprg/s400/101_4393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638651855187277778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me: What kind of ice cream do you like Haley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley: I like ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know you do, but what kind of ice cream do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley: I like blue. It's my favorite.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ad4RZ4QMLeg/TkCD-z8vd5I/AAAAAAAADR4/mlvPoUmTaaQ/s1600/101_4394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ad4RZ4QMLeg/TkCD-z8vd5I/AAAAAAAADR4/mlvPoUmTaaQ/s400/101_4394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638651848587966354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-7038319826875160909?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7038319826875160909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=7038319826875160909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7038319826875160909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7038319826875160909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-favorite.html' title='My Favorite'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ypQqys9JRmo/TkCD_MiI99I/AAAAAAAADSA/AqgtbMFeprg/s72-c/101_4393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-1909121629735929416</id><published>2011-07-31T21:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:44:55.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Uncle David</title><content type='html'>David was teasing Haley a little this weekend, and she hasn't forgotten about it. There was a reference to "Sneaky Pete" on Mickey Mouse clubhouse and Haley said, "Pete's not sneaky, Uncle David's sneaky."&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2yiXQGIftE/TkCKGNVDctI/AAAAAAAADTg/Ibb-ZKA846Q/s1600/101_4379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2yiXQGIftE/TkCKGNVDctI/AAAAAAAADTg/Ibb-ZKA846Q/s400/101_4379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638658572729676498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I said, what did Uncle David do that was sneaky. And she said "He tried to take my napkin." I told her that Uncle David was my little brother, just like Michael was her little brother and she said, "No, he's too bigger."&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGMTcB6keiE/TkCKGxtRsbI/AAAAAAAADT4/_muyPCX5aH0/s1600/101_4375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGMTcB6keiE/TkCKGxtRsbI/AAAAAAAADT4/_muyPCX5aH0/s400/101_4375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638658582494949810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then later she said, "Michael is my baby brother", and I said yes, he is. She said "Uncle David is your baby too." Yea, something like that kid. But no matter, who he is, she was definitely keeping an eye on him!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Q8oEZF1fEQ/TkCKGfqHl0I/AAAAAAAADTo/YHeAUZH3F6Y/s1600/101_4378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Q8oEZF1fEQ/TkCKGfqHl0I/AAAAAAAADTo/YHeAUZH3F6Y/s400/101_4378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638658577649866562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-1909121629735929416?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/1909121629735929416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=1909121629735929416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1909121629735929416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1909121629735929416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/sneaky-uncle-david.html' title='Sneaky Uncle David'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2yiXQGIftE/TkCKGNVDctI/AAAAAAAADTg/Ibb-ZKA846Q/s72-c/101_4379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-2888929458158388514</id><published>2011-07-29T20:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:14:12.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sleepy</title><content type='html'>Michael has been really worn out this week from going to daycare. He hasn't gotten used to all the noise and activity and is not napping very well at all. He seems to still be in a good mood, but when he hits a wall at night nothing but bed will make him happy.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urLI2RwMCH4/TkCCXRDYSwI/AAAAAAAADRg/Xf-2hVi6wd0/s1600/101_4356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urLI2RwMCH4/TkCCXRDYSwI/AAAAAAAADRg/Xf-2hVi6wd0/s400/101_4356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638650069694040834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, he's still not sleeping through the night, but I think he might really be hungry because he falls asleep after only drinking a couple ounces of his last bottle.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOP2Lfil4gk/TkCDJxwdIoI/AAAAAAAADRo/tWVr4b4mDf8/s1600/101_4357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOP2Lfil4gk/TkCDJxwdIoI/AAAAAAAADRo/tWVr4b4mDf8/s400/101_4357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638650937466495618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's nearly impossible to wake him up, and it really feels cruel to try, but at least burping doesn't seem to bother him.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49nnlQygkGQ/TkCDJ3Yj2GI/AAAAAAAADRw/TmMqcoIsp50/s1600/101_4359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49nnlQygkGQ/TkCDJ3Yj2GI/AAAAAAAADRw/TmMqcoIsp50/s400/101_4359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638650938976884834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and these pictures were taken at 6:15.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-2888929458158388514?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/2888929458158388514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=2888929458158388514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2888929458158388514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2888929458158388514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-sleepy.html' title='So Sleepy'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urLI2RwMCH4/TkCCXRDYSwI/AAAAAAAADRg/Xf-2hVi6wd0/s72-c/101_4356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-7690444868247700671</id><published>2011-07-28T13:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T13:20:00.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Good Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktC1kcnh7VM/Tiwj2DTGBBI/AAAAAAAADRQ/xJP1aqa0VeI/s1600/101_4331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktC1kcnh7VM/Tiwj2DTGBBI/AAAAAAAADRQ/xJP1aqa0VeI/s400/101_4331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632916645438948370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley loves to nurture her babies, and her animals, and Michael, and me, and Scooter. Her favorite thing to do is put blankets over us and tell us to go to sleep. We are all usually pretty good sports including Scooter.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ekXQv1mQwc/TiwiwVwpj2I/AAAAAAAADRI/6BtlBtd1IDo/s1600/101_4334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ekXQv1mQwc/TiwiwVwpj2I/AAAAAAAADRI/6BtlBtd1IDo/s400/101_4334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632915447803907938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the high was only in the 90's this weekend, so Scooter probably did need a blanket to go outside since we've gotten so used to triple digit weather!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijkGvW1TJ8s/TiwYxleBBEI/AAAAAAAADRA/HtBAVlClazg/s1600/101_4336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijkGvW1TJ8s/TiwYxleBBEI/AAAAAAAADRA/HtBAVlClazg/s400/101_4336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632904474084312130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-7690444868247700671?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7690444868247700671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=7690444868247700671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7690444868247700671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7690444868247700671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/such-good-mama.html' title='Such a Good Mama'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktC1kcnh7VM/Tiwj2DTGBBI/AAAAAAAADRQ/xJP1aqa0VeI/s72-c/101_4331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-6490001326046676175</id><published>2011-07-27T18:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:39:40.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What She Said</title><content type='html'>They always say that kids speak the truth, and Haley is definitely not afriad to call it like she sees it. Here are some funny things that Haley's said recently, what was going on and the thoughts that went through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at our favorite Mexican restaurant and Haley was putting her spoon in my glass of water and said &lt;strong&gt;"Want to watch me stir it, Mommy?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Of course, why would I want to have a real conversation with your father when I could watch you put your dirty spoon into my full glass of water.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing with Haley's kitchen and she was "cooking" me some chicken and rice. She gave me a bowl and a spoon so I pretend to start eating. She put her hand on my shoulder, tilted her head to the side and in all seriousness said &lt;strong&gt;"It's not real."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;That's good because it tastes like air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sweet tea with some fast food one day, and Haley was drinking it. She said "One more sip", about 8 times and then I had a sip and she said, &lt;strong&gt;"That's enough. Don't drink it all gone. I'll share with you."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;How sweet of you to share my drink with me little girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eating a couple of pieces of leftover Easter candy, and Haley took a piece out of my hand and said, &lt;strong&gt;"That's enough. I put it on the counter for you. Need to save some for later."&lt;/strong&gt; and she walked into the kitchen and put it on the counter. I won't tell you what I was thinking here, because it wasn't very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered some clothes online and was trying them on, Haley was watching and when I put on a pair of shorts she said &lt;strong&gt;"Too tight Mama?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Well, I didn't think so , but maybe I need to look in the mirror.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were eating dinner and Justin was drinking a beer. He was almost done with his first one, so I brought a second one to the table for him. Haley saw both beers on the table and said, &lt;strong&gt;"Woah, Daddy has two beers."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever go back to the kitchen to get seconds on anything Haley announces, &lt;strong&gt;"Mommy's getting more dinner."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yep, it's no wonder you think my shorts are tight!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-6490001326046676175?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/6490001326046676175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=6490001326046676175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6490001326046676175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6490001326046676175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/thats-what-she-said.html' title='That&apos;s What She Said'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-984935005060024199</id><published>2011-07-26T21:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:54:15.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clay Spot</title><content type='html'>Michael started day care last week, since I went back to work this week. He has been doing pretty well, just not napping great since he likes to sleep on his tummy and Georgia law says daycare providers must put a baby to sleep on their back. So he better figure out how to roll over soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was kid-free I made a lunch date with a mom (Jessica) from Haley's school. Her daughter, Emily, is 2 months older than Haley, and her son is 1 month older than Michael. We've talked about getting together for awhile now, but it finally worked out for both of us. We had a really nice lunch and hopefully can get together with the families soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we picked up the girls and went to &lt;a href="http://www.theclayspot.com/"&gt;The Clay Spot&lt;/a&gt; to paint some pottery. Haley picked out a rabbit and Emily picked out an owl. And they both got to pick four colors. I looked away to get out my camera and 2 seconds later Haley had all her colors mixed together. And her tongue stuck out in extreme concentration.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRcXF5ZJD6Y/TiwQEYu_eFI/AAAAAAAADQY/LamEcc1c2LQ/s1600/101_4348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRcXF5ZJD6Y/TiwQEYu_eFI/AAAAAAAADQY/LamEcc1c2LQ/s400/101_4348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632894901478717522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily was a little more structured in her painting and kept all her colors separate.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8d0f5ZRxCPQ/TiwQEBdoQXI/AAAAAAAADQQ/OWvY3j0GySQ/s1600/101_4347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8d0f5ZRxCPQ/TiwQEBdoQXI/AAAAAAAADQQ/OWvY3j0GySQ/s400/101_4347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632894895231877490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The both took turns cheesing for the camera, although Haley still gave a weird smile and wouldn't look at me.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QKyAoRN-bY/TiwT2ENVcAI/AAAAAAAADQo/rMasZEGEY8c/s1600/101_4345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QKyAoRN-bY/TiwT2ENVcAI/AAAAAAAADQo/rMasZEGEY8c/s400/101_4345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632899053497184258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0td1tnm6mE/TiwT1-rboZI/AAAAAAAADQg/K3UdUDacqLc/s1600/101_4346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0td1tnm6mE/TiwT1-rboZI/AAAAAAAADQg/K3UdUDacqLc/s400/101_4346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632899052012806546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Haley's finished rabbit, we can pick it up next week after it "cooks", so I'll post another picture of it then.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKtBirVaGRU/TiwOZZE15LI/AAAAAAAADQI/l0vgoC43qxA/s1600/101_4349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKtBirVaGRU/TiwOZZE15LI/AAAAAAAADQI/l0vgoC43qxA/s400/101_4349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632893063324361906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-984935005060024199?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/984935005060024199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=984935005060024199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/984935005060024199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/984935005060024199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/clay-spot.html' title='The Clay Spot'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRcXF5ZJD6Y/TiwQEYu_eFI/AAAAAAAADQY/LamEcc1c2LQ/s72-c/101_4348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-8283456953119714423</id><published>2011-07-24T09:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:47:21.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael's Favorite Game</title><content type='html'>Michael loves to cover up his face with a blanket or burp cloth, or anything he can reach. Then he'll squirm and kick his legs, sometimes he'll take it down himself, other times he just lets go of it and either Haley or I will take it off, but he usually puts it right back on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-54e41a738b5be247" 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://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54e41a738b5be247%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EBF04A577B0A9B1309BD908F516B6413A3086F1.3CBE0FD0D9B3A00E93279AA9496998DBBF729FDB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54e41a738b5be247%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3JODrHLeifcclaUzC11Ibo8m42g&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://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54e41a738b5be247%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EBF04A577B0A9B1309BD908F516B6413A3086F1.3CBE0FD0D9B3A00E93279AA9496998DBBF729FDB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54e41a738b5be247%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3JODrHLeifcclaUzC11Ibo8m42g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-8283456953119714423?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/8283456953119714423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=8283456953119714423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8283456953119714423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8283456953119714423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/michaels-favorite-game.html' title='Michael&apos;s Favorite Game'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-6452274232159357697</id><published>2011-07-21T22:20:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:45:20.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Saturday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzZ67fiLkf4/TiwWL_0it7I/AAAAAAAADQ4/PfnFWcOjN74/s1600/101_4329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzZ67fiLkf4/TiwWL_0it7I/AAAAAAAADQ4/PfnFWcOjN74/s400/101_4329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632901629299832754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Saturday it was rainy and yucky outside, so we hung out on the couches for awhile and watched some cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-whegyp__5HU/TiwWLQpoVNI/AAAAAAAADQw/ElDiZjAz6mI/s1600/101_4324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-whegyp__5HU/TiwWLQpoVNI/AAAAAAAADQw/ElDiZjAz6mI/s400/101_4324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632901616637596882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael was sitting with Justin and I guess Haley got jealous because she wanted to be right in the middle of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMltCkEmVXM/Til5UwQKQ4I/AAAAAAAADPY/TDDMvwf48OM/s1600/101_4327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMltCkEmVXM/Til5UwQKQ4I/AAAAAAAADPY/TDDMvwf48OM/s400/101_4327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632166206460543874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-6452274232159357697?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/6452274232159357697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=6452274232159357697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6452274232159357697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6452274232159357697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/rainy-saturday-morning.html' title='Rainy Saturday Morning'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzZ67fiLkf4/TiwWL_0it7I/AAAAAAAADQ4/PfnFWcOjN74/s72-c/101_4329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-736656037110650638</id><published>2011-07-20T09:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:24:18.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Morning</title><content type='html'>Me: What do you what for breafast this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley: Hmmmm, how bout butter and sausage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-736656037110650638?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/736656037110650638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=736656037110650638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/736656037110650638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/736656037110650638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-morning.html' title='This Morning'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-245690884041433505</id><published>2011-07-17T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T15:28:01.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking the Dog</title><content type='html'>Haley has really been into wearing my shoes lately, and recently announced that she was going to walk the dog. Then she came around the corner of the couch wearing this:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz2BkdU6EkQ/ThyieqFP--I/AAAAAAAADNY/gYAzst7o3Q4/s1600/101_4291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz2BkdU6EkQ/ThyieqFP--I/AAAAAAAADNY/gYAzst7o3Q4/s400/101_4291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628552281882360802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and dragging the leash behind her (with no dog on it, by the way). I tried to get her to smile, but we're still working on the whole say cheese/smile issue.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dAkHWspXMJw/ThyieaJ7MlI/AAAAAAAADNQ/keOK4QCUEL8/s1600/101_4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dAkHWspXMJw/ThyieaJ7MlI/AAAAAAAADNQ/keOK4QCUEL8/s400/101_4292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628552277607002706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-245690884041433505?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/245690884041433505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=245690884041433505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/245690884041433505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/245690884041433505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/walking-dog.html' title='Walking the Dog'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz2BkdU6EkQ/ThyieqFP--I/AAAAAAAADNY/gYAzst7o3Q4/s72-c/101_4291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-2312143380941770950</id><published>2011-07-14T20:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:37:03.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifted?</title><content type='html'>Of course I think Haley is smart and advanced for her age, but have you ever seen a 2 year that can jump rope? I mean seriously she really is gifted isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2b1a325dbd94a70c" 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://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2b1a325dbd94a70c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EFD823EA7506D7D527A28F2F9737D75803D0BC1.6F18D525531FDB970849CF04F0E35347C6DE9F58%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2b1a325dbd94a70c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0jEc7HG1xjHMOMFJofuR_jut4Sw&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://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2b1a325dbd94a70c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EFD823EA7506D7D527A28F2F9737D75803D0BC1.6F18D525531FDB970849CF04F0E35347C6DE9F58%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2b1a325dbd94a70c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0jEc7HG1xjHMOMFJofuR_jut4Sw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-2312143380941770950?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/2312143380941770950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=2312143380941770950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2312143380941770950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2312143380941770950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='Gifted?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-4881738029651720223</id><published>2011-07-12T16:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:36:02.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiMtOdB63ps/Thy0Hv_2LKI/AAAAAAAADOg/YeLruLYEBvY/s1600/101_4308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiMtOdB63ps/Thy0Hv_2LKI/AAAAAAAADOg/YeLruLYEBvY/s400/101_4308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628571679542619298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel like I had a lot of bath pictures from when Haley was little since she got her baths in the evenings, when Justin and I were both home. But since I'm home now, Michael usually gets his baths during the day and I haven't taken any pictures. This weekend he was in the Bumbo and spit up and slobbered all over himself, so he got bath, and I remembered to take some pictures. I LOVE this happy little guy so much!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxxyOuDd7CA/Thy0H3E8MFI/AAAAAAAADOo/kothmwU6ehI/s1600/101_4309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxxyOuDd7CA/Thy0H3E8MFI/AAAAAAAADOo/kothmwU6ehI/s400/101_4309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628571681443033170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-4881738029651720223?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/4881738029651720223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=4881738029651720223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4881738029651720223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4881738029651720223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-time-coming.html' title='Long Time Coming'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiMtOdB63ps/Thy0Hv_2LKI/AAAAAAAADOg/YeLruLYEBvY/s72-c/101_4308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-4337629987947773397</id><published>2011-07-11T16:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:35:19.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Drooling</title><content type='html'>Haley has started showing some jealousy towards Michael lately. When Justin or I are playing with Michael she'll come and try to get in the middle, or she tries to play with whatever toy he may have. We'll say "Hey Jealous" when she starts doing something really obvious, but I didn't think she really knew what we're taking about. But she had a snack the other day and Scooter was begging and she said "Hey jealous boy", so she might have a clue after all.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBMjV5BvaJI/Thy2XYCuijI/AAAAAAAADO4/Ydrxj49RMzE/s1600/101_4312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBMjV5BvaJI/Thy2XYCuijI/AAAAAAAADO4/Ydrxj49RMzE/s400/101_4312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628574147013413426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've started putting bibs on Michael when he's in the bumbo or excersaucer because he seems to drool and spit up a lot more when he's vertical. Haley saw the bib and we told her it was because he was drooling. Then she put her shirt in her mouth and put some spit on it and said, "I'm drooling, I need a bib." So we gave her a bib, took some pictures, and worked some more on saying cheese/smiling for the camera.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-igsKh4kCwKs/Th5ag2HsAkI/AAAAAAAADPA/lzDN6phDL3k/s1600/101_4311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-igsKh4kCwKs/Th5ag2HsAkI/AAAAAAAADPA/lzDN6phDL3k/s400/101_4311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629036104589771330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-4337629987947773397?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/4337629987947773397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=4337629987947773397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4337629987947773397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4337629987947773397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-drooling.html' title='I&apos;m Drooling'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBMjV5BvaJI/Thy2XYCuijI/AAAAAAAADO4/Ydrxj49RMzE/s72-c/101_4312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-960084667827594355</id><published>2011-07-11T14:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:06:00.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings</title><content type='html'>One reason we timed our children the way that we did was so that they could play together and we wouldn't have to entertain them as much. I had no idea that Haley would be such an amazing big sister and be so interested in playing with Michael this early. Although I know she is waiting for the day when he is big enough to really play with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked her up from school one day and a little girl in her class and her older brother were leaving at the same time we were. Haley said, "Anna's brother is big enough to play with." So I know she thinks she is really looking forward to the day that Michael can play, but I'm sure she might reconsider that when he can crawl and try to do things that he wants, instead of what she wants him to do. But for now, she settles for this, and he seems to like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1fc45669586e6f2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01fc45669586e6f2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA7A10EBCC60EC4697B3716F4EA5CBD5AFA0CB92.7F4883DA7EDBD87AD3011DF6FBAAC9CC69648EDD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1fc45669586e6f2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPD5v7UTWFBerKGTo0rfSxCcxoes&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01fc45669586e6f2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA7A10EBCC60EC4697B3716F4EA5CBD5AFA0CB92.7F4883DA7EDBD87AD3011DF6FBAAC9CC69648EDD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1fc45669586e6f2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPD5v7UTWFBerKGTo0rfSxCcxoes&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-960084667827594355?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/960084667827594355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=960084667827594355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/960084667827594355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/960084667827594355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/siblings.html' title='Siblings'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-5049461221881089459</id><published>2011-07-10T15:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:05:07.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a Book</title><content type='html'>I would probably say that Haley is officially potty trained now. She's been in big girl panties for 3 weeks now and has only had about 4 accidents. Two of those she was on her way to the potty, and just didn't make it in time.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7VRFtTh000/ThyoLZS6fvI/AAAAAAAADN4/QEDpXzs7oG4/s1600/101_4317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7VRFtTh000/ThyoLZS6fvI/AAAAAAAADN4/QEDpXzs7oG4/s400/101_4317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628558548028522226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have been sticking pretty close to the house though, and her last accident was this weekend at Chehaw. I tried to get her to go potty with me when we got there, but she said the toilets were too big, and I didn't force the issue. Fast forward about 20 minutes, and we're changing wet clothes by the bobcat exhibit. She has used some public restrooms, I just don't think we're ready to spend all day running errands or anything yet.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s-ftukBU6PY/ThyoLgJg0BI/AAAAAAAADOA/2HQLnZUh-0Q/s1600/101_4318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s-ftukBU6PY/ThyoLgJg0BI/AAAAAAAADOA/2HQLnZUh-0Q/s400/101_4318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628558549868138514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now to get to the title of this post, she's really good at going to the potty by herself at home. She was climbing onto the big potty by herself until she fell in recently, so she's started using a potty seat again. And now she has decided that she needs something to read while doing her business.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6jD8l1kLTH4/ThyoL4TICxI/AAAAAAAADOI/k_u0qX0b2Ac/s1600/101_4319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6jD8l1kLTH4/ThyoL4TICxI/AAAAAAAADOI/k_u0qX0b2Ac/s400/101_4319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628558556350909202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes, we are still working on the whole smile for the camera thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-5049461221881089459?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/5049461221881089459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=5049461221881089459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5049461221881089459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5049461221881089459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-need-book.html' title='I Need a Book'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7VRFtTh000/ThyoLZS6fvI/AAAAAAAADN4/QEDpXzs7oG4/s72-c/101_4317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-3578763533775816113</id><published>2011-07-09T15:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:04:11.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, Something to Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc6pAe9LzBY/ThylWtRTp7I/AAAAAAAADNg/ILwO-XG0wQk/s1600/101_4299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc6pAe9LzBY/ThylWtRTp7I/AAAAAAAADNg/ILwO-XG0wQk/s400/101_4299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628555443834169266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael has really been wanting to stand up or sit up a lot lately. He's gotten tired of laying down all the time and wants to see what is going on, so we got the excersaucer out of the attic. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8H7PQsbPTe4/ThylXKQpSgI/AAAAAAAADNw/e2RiXAQUcfI/s1600/101_4307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8H7PQsbPTe4/ThylXKQpSgI/AAAAAAAADNw/e2RiXAQUcfI/s400/101_4307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628555451616020994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He seems pretty happy in it for 15-20 minutes at a time. He loves having something to drool on and has started grabbing at some of the toys.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDzVVi942MM/ThylW0TzPOI/AAAAAAAADNo/_VoRQhTK4ws/s1600/101_4302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDzVVi942MM/ThylW0TzPOI/AAAAAAAADNo/_VoRQhTK4ws/s400/101_4302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628555445723675874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think his favorite thing about it though is that he can keep track of his crazy sister, which is his biggest source of entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-3578763533775816113?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/3578763533775816113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=3578763533775816113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/3578763533775816113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/3578763533775816113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/finally-something-to-do.html' title='Finally, Something to Do'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc6pAe9LzBY/ThylWtRTp7I/AAAAAAAADNg/ILwO-XG0wQk/s72-c/101_4299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-4854886050660718300</id><published>2011-07-08T16:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:03:48.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWtqgDE6gXQ/ThyrES5SnVI/AAAAAAAADOQ/Si8X7hfFw5g/s1600/101_4303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWtqgDE6gXQ/ThyrES5SnVI/AAAAAAAADOQ/Si8X7hfFw5g/s400/101_4303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628561724586237266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley is usually pretty good at saying cheese when I get the camera out. She usually says it without asking, and typically without looking at the camera. But it usually looks like she's in pain, so lately I've been trying to get her to do a normal smile without saying cheese, but haven't really gotten any good results yet.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ci47uRb5Ok/ThyrEui0JEI/AAAAAAAADOY/6Ldb6P2b0ps/s1600/101_4304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ci47uRb5Ok/ThyrEui0JEI/AAAAAAAADOY/6Ldb6P2b0ps/s400/101_4304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628561732008158274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-4854886050660718300?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/4854886050660718300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=4854886050660718300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4854886050660718300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4854886050660718300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWtqgDE6gXQ/ThyrES5SnVI/AAAAAAAADOQ/Si8X7hfFw5g/s72-c/101_4303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-1460720370543573013</id><published>2011-07-07T09:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:03:18.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTKW7vk9NJc/Thya0qoFatI/AAAAAAAADMw/0JpETxg-6eA/s1600/101_4297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTKW7vk9NJc/Thya0qoFatI/AAAAAAAADMw/0JpETxg-6eA/s400/101_4297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628543863892568786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael turned 4 months old this week. In some ways I can't believe that he's already 4 months, but it also seems like he's been here forever. He is still such a sweet baby, he loves to smile, talk, and laugh. He loves to watch Haley, even though she can be pretty rough with him. He sleeps in his crib and is still getting up once a night to eat. He is wearing 3-6 month clothes, although his sleepers are all just about too short, so I need to get out the 6-9 month boxes this week.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wa4gy5qjKqA/ThxcnZfYm_I/AAAAAAAADKw/JlBAE_fDDMQ/s1600/101_4269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wa4gy5qjKqA/ThxcnZfYm_I/AAAAAAAADKw/JlBAE_fDDMQ/s400/101_4269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628475466233453554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's started spending more time on the floor, in the bumbo, and just recently the excersaucer. He's very close to rolling over, but hasn't done it yet. Anything he can get his hands on goes straight to his mouth, and he has been drooling like a maniac the past few weeks. He had his 4 month check up and weighed 16 lbs 10 oz, measured 25.25" in length and had a head circumference of 17". He is starting to be more and more fun, and we are so grateful and blessed to have him in our lives.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-553D7c4sdyM/ThydY34OZXI/AAAAAAAADM4/MIkQ7AeqSa8/s1600/101_4300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-553D7c4sdyM/ThydY34OZXI/AAAAAAAADM4/MIkQ7AeqSa8/s400/101_4300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628546684948473202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-1460720370543573013?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/1460720370543573013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=1460720370543573013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1460720370543573013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/1460720370543573013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/4-months-old.html' title='4 Months Old'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTKW7vk9NJc/Thya0qoFatI/AAAAAAAADMw/0JpETxg-6eA/s72-c/101_4297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-4415647015951428229</id><published>2011-07-04T20:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T13:50:17.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends</title><content type='html'>Two of my best friends came down to visit for the weekend of the 4th, which was especially nice since Justin was on a fishing trip from Friday to Sunday. We had a good time just playing with the kids and dogs, and getting to play cards when the kids were sleeping.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq7HWpUoNEw/Thx0_xLx3QI/AAAAAAAADMY/SasXAera288/s1600/101_4290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq7HWpUoNEw/Thx0_xLx3QI/AAAAAAAADMY/SasXAera288/s400/101_4290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628502273189600514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for coming Sara, Steph and Bean - we love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-4415647015951428229?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/4415647015951428229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=4415647015951428229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4415647015951428229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4415647015951428229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-friends.html' title='My Friends'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq7HWpUoNEw/Thx0_xLx3QI/AAAAAAAADMY/SasXAera288/s72-c/101_4290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-8455722417770503730</id><published>2011-07-04T11:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T13:46:41.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The (Neighbor's) Water Slide</title><content type='html'>Our neighbors* that don't really live there were all in town for Independence Day, and they had a big inflatable water slide that they set up several times over the weekend. I took Haley over to play in the water on Sunday afternoon. She was a little intimidated at first, since she usually only plays with the kids one or two at a time, but she got in the water and splashed around some.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_z3Pff9ZXg/ThxuT62aDpI/AAAAAAAADLw/GvuGuLqyNt4/s1600/101_4279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_z3Pff9ZXg/ThxuT62aDpI/AAAAAAAADLw/GvuGuLqyNt4/s400/101_4279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628494922800303762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*The grandparents live in Florida and bought the house because it's closer to their grandkids that live in Georgia, so they are there once a month or so, and usually have one or two of the grandkids staying with them. They are really nice and let Haley play on their trampoline, swingset, treehouse, rockwall, and porch whenever they aren't there, and Haley loves to play with the younger grandkids when they are in town.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qrkgNZRVxY/ThxyoE7rfGI/AAAAAAAADMI/395uSiCpg3Q/s1600/101_4277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qrkgNZRVxY/ThxyoE7rfGI/AAAAAAAADMI/395uSiCpg3Q/s400/101_4277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628499667150666850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty soon Haley climbed up the ladder by herself and was sitting at the top of the slide. She was scared to go down at first, but the oldest kid offered to hold her hand. She still wouldn't go, but watched him hold hands with one of the other kids. Then he climbed up again and she said she wanted to go down with him. The first couple of times she had this look of terror on her face.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UpF6n1ooAss/Thyf3--T9pI/AAAAAAAADNI/2YeKOYNkfVY/s1600/101_4283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UpF6n1ooAss/Thyf3--T9pI/AAAAAAAADNI/2YeKOYNkfVY/s400/101_4283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628549418452252306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But she would smile and laugh when she got to the bottom. She kept climbing up and sliding down though and had a great time. Justin came over to see her and she got brave laying down on her back and belly.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmn9hw0mHO0/Thyf3jdKWkI/AAAAAAAADNA/H9C-16uYzVs/s1600/101_4287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmn9hw0mHO0/Thyf3jdKWkI/AAAAAAAADNA/H9C-16uYzVs/s400/101_4287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628549411065453122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got to play on it a few times throughout the week, and had a great time. I'm so proud of her for being brave and doing something that was scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8115fc740a1fbfbc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8115fc740a1fbfbc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55A4D9C0348036C35B61322F81DE64320421A2E1.27BCFE5B44D9C76A83C27CD1AA22500C28F0191E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8115fc740a1fbfbc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0rHF8WE5lsa_ogOE3KIn9caMKlc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8115fc740a1fbfbc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55A4D9C0348036C35B61322F81DE64320421A2E1.27BCFE5B44D9C76A83C27CD1AA22500C28F0191E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8115fc740a1fbfbc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0rHF8WE5lsa_ogOE3KIn9caMKlc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-8455722417770503730?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/8455722417770503730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=8455722417770503730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8455722417770503730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8455722417770503730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/neighbors-water-slide.html' title='The (Neighbor&apos;s) Water Slide'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_z3Pff9ZXg/ThxuT62aDpI/AAAAAAAADLw/GvuGuLqyNt4/s72-c/101_4279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-4884447413212671611</id><published>2011-07-02T11:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T13:03:33.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstar</title><content type='html'>We were playing with blocks the other morning, and she decided to build a microphone and put on a little concert for Michael and I. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iTQxS87OueU/ThxrVA2sWgI/AAAAAAAADLg/n3bZcSUvNTw/s1600/101_4273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iTQxS87OueU/ThxrVA2sWgI/AAAAAAAADLg/n3bZcSUvNTw/s400/101_4273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628491643057101314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're going strong with potty training, so there a lot of times lately where Haley is running around without pants.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-up_5-RNfxRE/Thxqh55i1PI/AAAAAAAADLY/9dT3TfXTjB0/s1600/101_4271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-up_5-RNfxRE/Thxqh55i1PI/AAAAAAAADLY/9dT3TfXTjB0/s400/101_4271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628490765016683762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is so cute, I just had to include a little cheek shot.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hx_uKm8wqHA/Thxpp4xOD5I/AAAAAAAADLQ/sCFaLHzugsI/s1600/101_4270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hx_uKm8wqHA/Thxpp4xOD5I/AAAAAAAADLQ/sCFaLHzugsI/s400/101_4270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628489802640658322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the end of a rendition of "Jesus Loves Me", notice the big ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-383a213949efddeb" 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://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D383a213949efddeb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D397A2EB184A76F2465F216753D80644C053F7C28.56A112C7429152577BDBF3C8CA0EF51A6E6A68D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D383a213949efddeb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNRupZNcw5T7M4cOMI0vITJ6b7Dw&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://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D383a213949efddeb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D397A2EB184A76F2465F216753D80644C053F7C28.56A112C7429152577BDBF3C8CA0EF51A6E6A68D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D383a213949efddeb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNRupZNcw5T7M4cOMI0vITJ6b7Dw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-4884447413212671611?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/4884447413212671611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=4884447413212671611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4884447413212671611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4884447413212671611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/superstar.html' title='Superstar'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iTQxS87OueU/ThxrVA2sWgI/AAAAAAAADLg/n3bZcSUvNTw/s72-c/101_4273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-6069571179357463488</id><published>2011-07-01T17:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:46:18.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Boy</title><content type='html'>I've been having all kinds of problems getting videos on blogger, but was finally able to get this one up. It's a short clip of our sweet little boy starting to develop his laugh. &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dfacac0d89bab866" 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://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddfacac0d89bab866%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22673930EF93AFFB422D7DB21BEE45ABBB323DE9.107C7E867D5D61FFC13CBD06847CB1AC2C77EC28%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddfacac0d89bab866%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU7lRdl7OHNnFpw9Mz7to0KIdlRc&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://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddfacac0d89bab866%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331527697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22673930EF93AFFB422D7DB21BEE45ABBB323DE9.107C7E867D5D61FFC13CBD06847CB1AC2C77EC28%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddfacac0d89bab866%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU7lRdl7OHNnFpw9Mz7to0KIdlRc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-6069571179357463488?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/6069571179357463488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=6069571179357463488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6069571179357463488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/6069571179357463488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/07/silly-boy.html' title='Silly Boy'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-3460372001800550979</id><published>2011-06-30T21:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:29:48.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haley's Artistic Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6q6ZHQD6xQ/Thu_T9gbB4I/AAAAAAAADKQ/uw-idoZJmJE/s1600/101_4258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6q6ZHQD6xQ/Thu_T9gbB4I/AAAAAAAADKQ/uw-idoZJmJE/s400/101_4258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628302508978538370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of you know that Justin has a very artistic side. He actually won competitions in high school for his drawings. I have no artistic skill at all, so I'm sure Haley got all of her talent from him. She got out a couple of puzzles the other day, but instead of doing puzzles, she started making shapes out of the pieces. This balloon was her masterpiece.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llMVGfsq_SE/Thu6dZgMn8I/AAAAAAAADKA/Cjj-dCHHlvI/s1600/101_4259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llMVGfsq_SE/Thu6dZgMn8I/AAAAAAAADKA/Cjj-dCHHlvI/s400/101_4259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628297173554470850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also knows how to write the letter H. Two of her teachers have asked if we knew that she could do that. And yes, we know she can write a really good H, I just wish she wouldn't write so many on the wall in the kitchen.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M6o0ktSC0ak/Thu5MCAOOeI/AAAAAAAADJ4/8sqFb-QbFzg/s1600/101_4267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M6o0ktSC0ak/Thu5MCAOOeI/AAAAAAAADJ4/8sqFb-QbFzg/s400/101_4267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628295775676938722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-3460372001800550979?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/3460372001800550979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=3460372001800550979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/3460372001800550979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/3460372001800550979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/06/haleys-artistic-side.html' title='Haley&apos;s Artistic Side'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6q6ZHQD6xQ/Thu_T9gbB4I/AAAAAAAADKQ/uw-idoZJmJE/s72-c/101_4258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-703917254659566786</id><published>2011-06-26T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:34:22.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom of the Year - Part 2</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've mentioned it on here, but our wonderful dog Cricket hurt her leg at the beginning of the month. The dogs went out Saturday morning and when they came back in, she wouldn't put any weight on her back leg. So after a couple of days, she wasn't getting any better, so we took her to the vet. She tore her ACL, so she had to have surgery. She had two wires put in her knee and spent two weeks recovering at the vet (while we were out of town). When we got back she had to stay confined and only go out for leash walks. So, the crate that we got when Scooter was a puppy got a good bit of use again, just not quite how we thought it would!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P730OnYT40k/TgKwLXzZ7wI/AAAAAAAADIo/mhZcAWiPT4M/s1600/101_4243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P730OnYT40k/TgKwLXzZ7wI/AAAAAAAADIo/mhZcAWiPT4M/s400/101_4243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621248994326474498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bU8WqpR4iKw/TgKwKznl5jI/AAAAAAAADIg/LsBI1LAoHTE/s1600/101_4251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bU8WqpR4iKw/TgKwKznl5jI/AAAAAAAADIg/LsBI1LAoHTE/s400/101_4251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621248984613250610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brCJFrz-6io/TgKwKjxCEkI/AAAAAAAADIY/oVNquXIsJO4/s1600/101_4252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brCJFrz-6io/TgKwKjxCEkI/AAAAAAAADIY/oVNquXIsJO4/s400/101_4252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621248980357878338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-87LBOzzqoOA/TgKwKLhe5EI/AAAAAAAADIQ/etypIag7ulY/s1600/101_4254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-87LBOzzqoOA/TgKwKLhe5EI/AAAAAAAADIQ/etypIag7ulY/s400/101_4254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621248973850207298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was doing a little dance in that one!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-91KM_Bb3-UY/TgKwJy-tS3I/AAAAAAAADII/jCsSi9CwIC4/s1600/101_4256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-91KM_Bb3-UY/TgKwJy-tS3I/AAAAAAAADII/jCsSi9CwIC4/s400/101_4256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621248967261899634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-703917254659566786?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/703917254659566786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=703917254659566786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/703917254659566786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/703917254659566786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/06/mom-of-year-part-2.html' title='Mom of the Year - Part 2'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P730OnYT40k/TgKwLXzZ7wI/AAAAAAAADIo/mhZcAWiPT4M/s72-c/101_4243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-7092137858672204643</id><published>2011-06-25T23:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T23:45:57.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Park</title><content type='html'>We all went out to Turtle Park a couple of weeks ago to try to enjoy the great outdoors before it got too sweltering hot here. We went pretty early, but the playground equipment was already to hot. Haley and Justin did climb to the top of the giant turtle though.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g56WqPHF8T8/TgKa7uPmXLI/AAAAAAAADGI/8cM4aXVShVg/s1600/101_4178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g56WqPHF8T8/TgKa7uPmXLI/AAAAAAAADGI/8cM4aXVShVg/s400/101_4178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621225635728219314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked down the Riverwalk a little ways and Justin took Haley down to see the water.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPsINxkJVNc/TgKa7VXJlEI/AAAAAAAADGA/m18h22mx974/s1600/101_4180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPsINxkJVNc/TgKa7VXJlEI/AAAAAAAADGA/m18h22mx974/s400/101_4180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621225629049001026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael and I just chilled in the shade under the bridge and "talked" a bit.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwVE9CwKPeU/TgKa6z3ITfI/AAAAAAAADF4/KZwxnAcTsnk/s1600/101_4183-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwVE9CwKPeU/TgKa6z3ITfI/AAAAAAAADF4/KZwxnAcTsnk/s400/101_4183-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621225620056329714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried to get Haley to play in the fountain on the way out, but she was a little hesitant at first.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iK3WU7ze7dg/TgKa6M5KpwI/AAAAAAAADFo/CHY5xZDyWQQ/s1600/101_4195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iK3WU7ze7dg/TgKa6M5KpwI/AAAAAAAADFo/CHY5xZDyWQQ/s400/101_4195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621225609595889410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She did get interested though and started playing in the water.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nRNbIZ_bJaU/TgKa6rLdR_I/AAAAAAAADFw/tb71sDs2yHo/s1600/101_4191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nRNbIZ_bJaU/TgKa6rLdR_I/AAAAAAAADFw/tb71sDs2yHo/s400/101_4191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621225617725671410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a cell phone pic - but you can kind of see that she was completely soaking wet. She ended up really enjoying the water!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XFVtG0hZN7I/Tg6GNxjrLMI/AAAAAAAADIw/bkSPYDvZDyI/s1600/turtle%2Bpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XFVtG0hZN7I/Tg6GNxjrLMI/AAAAAAAADIw/bkSPYDvZDyI/s400/turtle%2Bpark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624580555831717058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-7092137858672204643?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7092137858672204643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=7092137858672204643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7092137858672204643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7092137858672204643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/06/turtle-park.html' title='Turtle Park'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g56WqPHF8T8/TgKa7uPmXLI/AAAAAAAADGI/8cM4aXVShVg/s72-c/101_4178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-2157991944634377204</id><published>2011-06-20T22:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:25:59.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>Suebella, Tara and Arrie came down to Albany for the weekend. Since we are down to one guest room, they stayed at a hotel right down the road. Which meant we had access to the hotel pool!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9DLixrRsqVA/TgKqTgkn-yI/AAAAAAAADIA/zkQ22BQsoGs/s1600/101_4216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9DLixrRsqVA/TgKqTgkn-yI/AAAAAAAADIA/zkQ22BQsoGs/s400/101_4216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621242537049586466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was the first time this summer that Haley's been in a real pool. She was a little nervous at first, but soon she started jumping in from the side, going under by herself, and blowing bubbles.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OMB3icV6Mb8/TgKo0WmroJI/AAAAAAAADH4/6M2tUSrTepA/s1600/101_4218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OMB3icV6Mb8/TgKo0WmroJI/AAAAAAAADH4/6M2tUSrTepA/s400/101_4218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621240902286286994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jrt2OoyrBSQ/TgKoz05lcUI/AAAAAAAADHw/gybASI3Q9Yk/s1600/101_4220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jrt2OoyrBSQ/TgKoz05lcUI/AAAAAAAADHw/gybASI3Q9Yk/s400/101_4220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621240893238767938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IPvNjg96-RQ/TgKozp8tFeI/AAAAAAAADHo/Ru9k00xfeuA/s1600/101_4224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IPvNjg96-RQ/TgKozp8tFeI/AAAAAAAADHo/Ru9k00xfeuA/s400/101_4224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621240890299061730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Michael's first time ever swimming, and he really liked it. He was kicking his legs and flapping his arms and smiling the whole time. Suebella really had a great idea to find a hotel with a nice pool.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cwbsbu6MiTA/TgKozKPj95I/AAAAAAAADHg/tAXMTj64Yz0/s1600/101_4226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cwbsbu6MiTA/TgKozKPj95I/AAAAAAAADHg/tAXMTj64Yz0/s400/101_4226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621240881788221330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EFEaW4YFA4M/TgKoy4g7egI/AAAAAAAADHY/668deJpgXnA/s1600/101_4228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EFEaW4YFA4M/TgKoy4g7egI/AAAAAAAADHY/668deJpgXnA/s400/101_4228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621240877029227010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVxPxu86NPA/TgKkE8xQD_I/AAAAAAAADHQ/MtusCVd6B5g/s1600/101_4232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVxPxu86NPA/TgKkE8xQD_I/AAAAAAAADHQ/MtusCVd6B5g/s400/101_4232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621235689850933234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a good time hanging out at the house too. Arrie was a little loud, and kept feeding the dogs, but after a cocktail she settled down quite a bit! Tara and Haley really had a good time playing together too.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uQaNFnexbY/TgKkELK8r3I/AAAAAAAADHA/QvLIsJRLH7I/s1600/101_4236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uQaNFnexbY/TgKkELK8r3I/AAAAAAAADHA/QvLIsJRLH7I/s400/101_4236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621235676536942450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Saturday afternoon they watched the kids so Justin and I got to go to movie together! I can't remember how long it's been since that happened, and I only slept through 3-4 minutes of it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79Xwq2dnlc8/TgKkDj0vlxI/AAAAAAAADG4/AAtmI-Xl3Z4/s1600/101_4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79Xwq2dnlc8/TgKkDj0vlxI/AAAAAAAADG4/AAtmI-Xl3Z4/s400/101_4237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621235665974826770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks so much for coming to see us, it was great getting to spend time with all of you!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPPbl1ZbOIo/TgKkDUIVFvI/AAAAAAAADGw/3Bl75PumGM8/s1600/101_4238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPPbl1ZbOIo/TgKkDUIVFvI/AAAAAAAADGw/3Bl75PumGM8/s400/101_4238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621235661762008818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-2157991944634377204?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/2157991944634377204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=2157991944634377204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2157991944634377204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/2157991944634377204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/06/great-weekend.html' title='A Great Weekend'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9DLixrRsqVA/TgKqTgkn-yI/AAAAAAAADIA/zkQ22BQsoGs/s72-c/101_4216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-7249181980727415106</id><published>2011-06-13T21:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T00:25:56.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SC Trip</title><content type='html'>We had another whirlwind trip to SC the last 10 days, but I hardly took any pictures at all. The kids and I went up Friday afternoon, and it was a very successful trip, for my first big solo voyage with two kids. Saturday I left the kids with Granny and spent the night with some of my college girlfriends. It was nice to have a kid free evening, but by Sunday afternoon I was ready to see my munchkins again. &lt;a href="http://cscbrady.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; brought her baby Lily with her and she got to hang out with Michael for a little bit. Lily is 2.5 months older than him, but they are about the same size. Michael did have about a 3 lb head start on her by birth weight.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIf66KYl4Lo/TgKfR0tDhjI/AAAAAAAADGo/wIpLny4STvg/s1600/101_4200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIf66KYl4Lo/TgKfR0tDhjI/AAAAAAAADGo/wIpLny4STvg/s400/101_4200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621230413466011186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took Haley, Michael, Lily, and Sara Grace Wilson (a friend's niece) to Edventure on Tuesday. It was the first time I'd ever been there and I thought it was pretty neat. Sara Grace dressed up in the fireman's outfit.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OyggQ9b0RY/TgKfQw479iI/AAAAAAAADGY/l4LtCBsP0eE/s1600/101_4202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OyggQ9b0RY/TgKfQw479iI/AAAAAAAADGY/l4LtCBsP0eE/s400/101_4202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621230395262236194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley was a little overwhelmed and looked nervous sitting in the fire truck.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lHsE9QXML6w/TgKfRFGm3NI/AAAAAAAADGg/6rehDKjVwV8/s1600/101_4201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lHsE9QXML6w/TgKfRFGm3NI/AAAAAAAADGg/6rehDKjVwV8/s400/101_4201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621230400688282834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her favorite part though was sitting on tractor - which I think we have Grandaddy to thank for that!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWZ8nKZORfs/TgKfQrb9bQI/AAAAAAAADGQ/eV0lKq0gugg/s1600/101_4203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWZ8nKZORfs/TgKfQrb9bQI/AAAAAAAADGQ/eV0lKq0gugg/s400/101_4203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621230393798520066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe I didn't take any other pictures, but we spent some time with the Hollars, Pops, and my Grandma over the weekend. Then Monday and Tuesday we spent with my friends. Wednesday we were at Grandma's house and got to see Vicki and Elizabeth. Thursday Suebella took us to Chuck E. Cheese for the first time - and Haley did better than I thought she would. She was a little overwhelmed, but still played games and rode some rides. Friday we went down to Beaufort to spend the weekend with Daddy and Grandaddy. It was our last long trip for awhile - the kids did really well, but it is hard on Haley to get so off schedule. Most of her naps were in the car, which made for a tired little girl and a couple of epic meltdowns at bedtime. Michael did really well, and as long as he gets to eat and sleep when he wants he is such an easy baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-7249181980727415106?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7249181980727415106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=7249181980727415106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7249181980727415106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7249181980727415106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/06/sc-trip.html' title='SC Trip'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIf66KYl4Lo/TgKfR0tDhjI/AAAAAAAADGo/wIpLny4STvg/s72-c/101_4200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-7954955580583165117</id><published>2011-06-07T22:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T00:01:25.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilder's World</title><content type='html'>I took Haley to Wilder's World over Memorial Day weekend and she had a really good time. We stayed for over 2 hours, which is the longest that we've made it, and actually I was the one that was ready to go, but I got her to leave without throwing a fit, of which I was pretty proud.&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6-Fcu7UXaB8/TgFVzfmqz0I/AAAAAAAADEg/SXswNVeKNA0/s1600/101_4168.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620868153080467266 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6-Fcu7UXaB8/TgFVzfmqz0I/AAAAAAAADEg/SXswNVeKNA0/s400/101_4168.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;She played in the little kid area for awhile, but the place was practically empty, so I took her in the big kid area and we played for a little while together.&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5U9BcORn86E/TgFVzD4I4zI/AAAAAAAADEY/b_my-aN-Cew/s1600/101_4173.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620868145637548850 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5U9BcORn86E/TgFVzD4I4zI/AAAAAAAADEY/b_my-aN-Cew/s400/101_4173.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Her favorite part this time though was the big slide. She's played on it before, but usually with someone kind of helping her get up there.&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOR0NAcHz38/TgFV0v5cMlI/AAAAAAAADE4/OQLbVc1bXX4/s1600/101_4164.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620868174634037842 border=0 alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOR0NAcHz38/TgFV0v5cMlI/AAAAAAAADE4/OQLbVc1bXX4/s400/101_4164.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;This time she climbed up all by herself. Although after a few successful trips I think she got cocky and started hopping up the steps like a frog. She was almost to the top and slipped and rolled backwards down a few steps, but stopped herself and climbed back up to the top.&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iv9sRISfOkE/TgFV0XWbDJI/AAAAAAAADEw/2xUp70Da0-I/s1600/101_4165.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620868168044711058 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iv9sRISfOkE/TgFV0XWbDJI/AAAAAAAADEw/2xUp70Da0-I/s400/101_4165.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;She also got a little adventurous going down on her tummy, with no hands!&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXNsIpdlaAI/TgFVzz1Kg0I/AAAAAAAADEo/_sJMn0srHFA/s1600/101_4166.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620868158509974338 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXNsIpdlaAI/TgFVzz1Kg0I/AAAAAAAADEo/_sJMn0srHFA/s400/101_4166.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;We had a really good time, and it's crazy to see how much she's changed since the &lt;a href="http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2010/06/bounce-house.html"&gt;first time &lt;/a&gt;she went there, which was exactly a year ago. I tried to put a video of her jumping around, but have been having all kinds of trouble with blogger. I'll let you know if I ever get it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-7954955580583165117?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7954955580583165117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=7954955580583165117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7954955580583165117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7954955580583165117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/06/wilders-world.html' title='Wilder&apos;s World'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6-Fcu7UXaB8/TgFVzfmqz0I/AAAAAAAADEg/SXswNVeKNA0/s72-c/101_4168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-7394210355487053929</id><published>2011-06-03T23:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:10:02.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream Truck</title><content type='html'>We introduced Haley to the ice cream truck a couple weeks ago and she was really excited about it. We had to go to the other side of the street and Justin wouldn't follow with the camera, so we didn't get any pictures of the truck or the driver that was missing half of a finger, but here's a couple of her treat and the aftermath.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOjl773CqhI/TgFOJ95PWWI/AAAAAAAADEQ/7bpM27RG5z4/s1600/101_4151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOjl773CqhI/TgFOJ95PWWI/AAAAAAAADEQ/7bpM27RG5z4/s400/101_4151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620859743075522914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got a Dora ice cream bar and even though she only ate half the first night she still managed to get it all over herself.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rG2D_eVF0k0/TgFOJunLdgI/AAAAAAAADEI/0V6LxO0CE1M/s1600/101_4155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rG2D_eVF0k0/TgFOJunLdgI/AAAAAAAADEI/0V6LxO0CE1M/s400/101_4155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620859738973238786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that is even ice cream in her hair!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMsJHmTsDcM/TgFOJKstU2I/AAAAAAAADEA/FKxyw2HtXBg/s1600/101_4156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMsJHmTsDcM/TgFOJKstU2I/AAAAAAAADEA/FKxyw2HtXBg/s400/101_4156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620859729332753250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About a week after that Haley and Justin were on the back patio at dusk. There were sirens in the distance and Justin asked Haley if she heard the fire truck. Then as it faded out the ice cream truck was just barely audible and Haley said "You hear that Daddy? You hear that ice cream truck?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-7394210355487053929?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7394210355487053929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=7394210355487053929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7394210355487053929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7394210355487053929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/06/ice-cream-truck.html' title='Ice Cream Truck'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOjl773CqhI/TgFOJ95PWWI/AAAAAAAADEQ/7bpM27RG5z4/s72-c/101_4151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-8518729465538526803</id><published>2011-06-02T23:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:20:22.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepster</title><content type='html'>I usually put Michael in onesies since it's so hot, but one of my favorite outfits that he was given is this little polo shirt and plaid shorts. Haley was excited when he was "sitting up" so she came to talk to him. He really likes to watch her, which is tough since she's usually right in his face.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Rr94aONS4/TgANLYz1q2I/AAAAAAAADDg/e4ITtqD1kWg/s1600/101_4139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Rr94aONS4/TgANLYz1q2I/AAAAAAAADDg/e4ITtqD1kWg/s400/101_4139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620506824247978850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my sweet little preppy boy!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2zcYn6QboM/TgANLIA5BfI/AAAAAAAADDY/DTWSaBC13Js/s1600/101_4140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2zcYn6QboM/TgANLIA5BfI/AAAAAAAADDY/DTWSaBC13Js/s400/101_4140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620506819739321842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this is the first picture where you can really see both of my precious kids!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Giy1SFIgoyY/TgANK45dnzI/AAAAAAAADDQ/6eoP5EWYk5w/s1600/101_4141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Giy1SFIgoyY/TgANK45dnzI/AAAAAAAADDQ/6eoP5EWYk5w/s400/101_4141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620506815681634098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-8518729465538526803?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/8518729465538526803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=8518729465538526803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8518729465538526803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8518729465538526803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/06/prepster.html' title='Prepster'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Rr94aONS4/TgANLYz1q2I/AAAAAAAADDg/e4ITtqD1kWg/s72-c/101_4139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-975492936830307328</id><published>2011-06-01T22:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:51:08.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the Woods</title><content type='html'>Justin has a hunting lease about 45 minutes from our house and he's been spending some time out there getting ready for hunting season. Haley has been really acting up a lot lately, so we thought maybe she was wanting more attention and needed some extra one on one time. So last Saturday Justin took her out to the woods to ride the 4-wheeler and just play around with him.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ochwzwiUZM/Tf65hpIlzkI/AAAAAAAADDI/_EzhauDhgDI/s1600/101_4143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ochwzwiUZM/Tf65hpIlzkI/AAAAAAAADDI/_EzhauDhgDI/s400/101_4143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620133372633665090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She always acts like she's scared before she gets on, but then loves to ride it. Doesn't she look so cute in this picture!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PY3cFJnJ1BE/Tf65hAm2lVI/AAAAAAAADDA/PhuZiD02un0/s1600/101_4144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PY3cFJnJ1BE/Tf65hAm2lVI/AAAAAAAADDA/PhuZiD02un0/s400/101_4144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620133361754740050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm going to pretend that the 4-wheeler was parked here and my husband was not driving around with my baby and taking pictures at the same time!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fbeiVQbyHs/Tf65gyZ-GDI/AAAAAAAADC4/yqSp_MheYAY/s1600/CDY_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fbeiVQbyHs/Tf65gyZ-GDI/AAAAAAAADC4/yqSp_MheYAY/s400/CDY_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620133357942609970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also checked the trail cam that is set up by Justin's tree stand. There was a bunch of activity with a couple of deer fighting and this picture where you can see 5 deer. There were deer pretty much everyday and night that the camera was out there.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjExigc2XSA/Tf65grod4yI/AAAAAAAADCw/9BnzrhkEQcg/s1600/CDY_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjExigc2XSA/Tf65grod4yI/AAAAAAAADCw/9BnzrhkEQcg/s400/CDY_0145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620133356124365602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley also had to get in touch with nature while she was out there (if you know what I mean). Her daddy was kind enough to take this picture of her taking care of business, but I'll spare you from seeing the video that he took!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dvEcy74qik/Tf65gIis6bI/AAAAAAAADCo/7hMlW9Krt1U/s1600/101_4149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dvEcy74qik/Tf65gIis6bI/AAAAAAAADCo/7hMlW9Krt1U/s400/101_4149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620133346704943538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-975492936830307328?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/975492936830307328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=975492936830307328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/975492936830307328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/975492936830307328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/06/playing-in-woods.html' title='Playing in the Woods'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ochwzwiUZM/Tf65hpIlzkI/AAAAAAAADDI/_EzhauDhgDI/s72-c/101_4143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-5300493320917781832</id><published>2011-05-29T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:38:54.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haley and her Posse</title><content type='html'>Haley sleeps with a ton of stuffed animals on her bed. She likes to call them her friends or her animals and is on a kick where she likes to bring most of her friends all over the house with her.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oE-c-mqzD9k/Tf60tAR26zI/AAAAAAAADCg/mibZhs3K4V8/s1600/101_4137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oE-c-mqzD9k/Tf60tAR26zI/AAAAAAAADCg/mibZhs3K4V8/s400/101_4137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620128070266972978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she wakes up in the morning she'll bring one animal into our room and say "Mama, I'll be right back, I gotta get more animals" Then she brings in a bunch of animals one by one. She'll hand them to me to put on the bed, and sometimes if I hold one for too long she'll say "No mama not hold it, put on your bed".&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KToIXLD4hwg/Tf60sjnyURI/AAAAAAAADCY/Gtu-PAzvkr0/s1600/101_4134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KToIXLD4hwg/Tf60sjnyURI/AAAAAAAADCY/Gtu-PAzvkr0/s400/101_4134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620128062574317842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then she'll climb on the bed and rearrange all her friends so that she has "my spot". Usually we get all settled and then about 2 minutes later Michael will wake up, and we'll have to move all her animals to the couch.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ml-VhrFbZyM/Tf60sV0nhOI/AAAAAAAADCQ/lAqD_ANSz_A/s1600/101_4131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ml-VhrFbZyM/Tf60sV0nhOI/AAAAAAAADCQ/lAqD_ANSz_A/s400/101_4131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620128058870039778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just to record them for the future these babies all have names. There is purple baby, yellow baby, little baby, chubby baby, big baby, little yellow baby, naked baby, and Brittany. Brittany is a Little MissMatched doll, that Haley recieved as a big sister gift and she came already named.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-5300493320917781832?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/5300493320917781832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=5300493320917781832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5300493320917781832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5300493320917781832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/05/haley-and-her-posse.html' title='Haley and her Posse'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oE-c-mqzD9k/Tf60tAR26zI/AAAAAAAADCg/mibZhs3K4V8/s72-c/101_4137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-5090855491425759463</id><published>2011-05-27T22:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:31:24.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the Year</title><content type='html'>Who ever said kids shouldn't play with plastic bags? Looks like she's having fun to me!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAD5avwCn0g/Tf6vCwxPK2I/AAAAAAAADCI/udJ3sLIV2z8/s1600/101_4099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAD5avwCn0g/Tf6vCwxPK2I/AAAAAAAADCI/udJ3sLIV2z8/s400/101_4099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620121846990973794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-5090855491425759463?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/5090855491425759463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=5090855491425759463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5090855491425759463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/5090855491425759463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-of-year.html' title='Mother of the Year'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAD5avwCn0g/Tf6vCwxPK2I/AAAAAAAADCI/udJ3sLIV2z8/s72-c/101_4099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-8132763659692648771</id><published>2011-05-25T20:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:37:25.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Idea</title><content type='html'>I had no idea that kids could grow up so quickly. Justin picked up Haley from school today and they went to the store to pick up a couple of things. He let her pick out a box of M&amp;M ice cream cones as a treat. She ate one when they got home and then asked for another one. We told her no, but she went and got the box out of the freezer. She brought a cone to me and asked me to open it. I told her no, and told her to put them back in the freezer. Then she walked into the kitchen, but went around the dining room and into her room with the box of ice cream cones. I waited a couple of minutes and went to see what she was doing. I found her in the closet pulling all the ice cream cones out of the box and putting them in her dresser drawer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave the room, because I didn't want her to see me laughing. She came out with one ice cream cone and an empty box and sat down to pout. Then we realized I had to go back to the store because Justin forgot something that we needed to dinner. I asked Haley if she wanted to go with me, she said yes, and I told her to put the ice cream back in the freezer. She said OK and said will you help me get more? So we went to her closet to get the rest out of her drawer and talk about how what she did was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what I'm going to do with this girl! I had no idea an almost 2.5 year old would hide stuff like that. We are really going to be in trouble when she's a teenager!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-8132763659692648771?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/8132763659692648771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=8132763659692648771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8132763659692648771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8132763659692648771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-idea.html' title='No Idea'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-8504553336872003747</id><published>2011-05-21T15:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T18:40:57.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late than Never</title><content type='html'>Until 3 weeks ago, Haley still got a bottle of milk at bedtime. I thought about taking it away at 1 year when she switched to milk, but she wasn't crazy about milk so we started by putting it in bottles. Then around 18 months, I knew we should take it away, but she went to bed without crying and slept for 12 hours every night, and who wants to mess with that, especially when you get pregnant and have all the fatigue assocaited with growing a person inside you. Then when she turned 2 she moved into a new room and a big girl bed, and we did actually try to take it away a couple of nights, but she really wanted it and we thought out of all the changes, what's the problem with another couple of months with a bottle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that weekend I finally decided she was going to be done with the bottle before bedtime. Sunday and Monday nights went fine, she was excited about a cup and didn't care about her bottle at all. BUT, come Tuesday night it was a different story. Justin had to work late, so I had both kids by myself for dinner, bath, and bed time. I put Michael down first, so it was about 20 minutes later than normal when I asked Haley if she was ready for milk and she said yes and followed me to the kitchen. I got out a cup and she said "No, I want my bottle". I told her that she didn't need a bottle anymore and she got to drink out of a cup. She threw a fit, so I left her crying and screaming on the kitchen floor while I went to her room to wait for her. She came in after a couple of minutes and picked out two books, then she saw the cup and said "I can't want that cup", and she picked it up and threw it down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying not to laugh and decided to just ignore it, so we did a puzzle. Then when Haley was getting in bed I picked up the cup and put it on her table. She saw it and started climbing out of bed saying "I want my bottle". I said "Haley, DO NOT throw that cup". So she took the cup, walked into the kitchen, put the cup on the counter, turned around and came right back to bed without saying a word. Then after we read one book she said "I want my milk", I said, "You want your CUP with milk?" and she said "Yes, I want my cup please. It's on dat counter right dere. See it?". I brought it to her, she drank her milk, we read another book, she went to bed and hasn't said a word about a bottle since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can definitely say that there is never a dull moment when you live with a 2 year old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-8504553336872003747?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/8504553336872003747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=8504553336872003747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8504553336872003747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8504553336872003747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/05/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late than Never'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-7764673135303665311</id><published>2011-05-20T22:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T12:04:52.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Outakes</title><content type='html'>I've been trying hard to get a picture of Michael grinning, but still haven't gotten a great shot.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QmBrfoInw4/TcdTIPJQMLI/AAAAAAAAC-0/hKnaopwnUko/s1600/101_3955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QmBrfoInw4/TcdTIPJQMLI/AAAAAAAAC-0/hKnaopwnUko/s400/101_3955.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604539662255272114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is 2.5 months old now and is such a sweet boy. He goes to bed between 7 and 8, and the past three nights has slept until 3:00. Then is up again at 6:30-7:00.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxNeE65bSGs/TcdTH8nV42I/AAAAAAAAC-s/_5WqLZGIlqY/s1600/101_3954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxNeE65bSGs/TcdTH8nV42I/AAAAAAAAC-s/_5WqLZGIlqY/s400/101_3954.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604539657281200994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the week he gets a little cranky at times, because it seems like I am always having to wake him up or put him in the carseat when he wants to lay down to take or get Haley from school.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fopow-pGIG0/TcdSeJmrqGI/AAAAAAAAC-k/bkbRop7vymk/s1600/101_3985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fopow-pGIG0/TcdSeJmrqGI/AAAAAAAAC-k/bkbRop7vymk/s400/101_3985.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604538939213588578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is usually pretty happy though, and he really likes to "talk" and grin after he eats. He also puts up really well with Haley.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrKSTqJtNAM/TcdSdkSWNhI/AAAAAAAAC-c/7JriDLCCpLM/s1600/101_3987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrKSTqJtNAM/TcdSdkSWNhI/AAAAAAAAC-c/7JriDLCCpLM/s400/101_3987.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604538929196185106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves to get in his face and give him kisses or try to pick him up or take his blanket off to wake him up or to stuff his paci in his mouth when he keeps spitting it out, but he never seems to mind too much.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkxCVjhKRq4/TcdSdkl4dBI/AAAAAAAAC-U/PlKoSEzlOhw/s1600/101_3996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkxCVjhKRq4/TcdSdkl4dBI/AAAAAAAAC-U/PlKoSEzlOhw/s400/101_3996.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604538929278120978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He sleeps in his crib for naps and for the first part of the night, and then goes into the bassinet by my bed. And most of the time he would rather lay down and fall asleep by himself rather than be held.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTsvPqZpQ8Y/TcdSdbptluI/AAAAAAAAC-M/gLPL0vBwumM/s1600/101_3995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTsvPqZpQ8Y/TcdSdbptluI/AAAAAAAAC-M/gLPL0vBwumM/s400/101_3995.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604538926878267106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But of course, during the evenings, (when things get hectic with dinner, bath, and bed) he likes to be held and wants to eat a lot, which is such a convenient time!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc2pjbR6F7Q/TcdSdGCSu7I/AAAAAAAAC-E/RYRwy9Tq5U8/s1600/101_3993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc2pjbR6F7Q/TcdSdGCSu7I/AAAAAAAAC-E/RYRwy9Tq5U8/s400/101_3993.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604538921075784626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At his two month appointment, he weighed in at 12 lbs, 7 ounces and was 23 inches long. I have just started pulling out the 3-6 month clothes, and he is wearing size 2 diapers. He probably gets about half breastmilk and half formula, which is working really well for all of us.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ktvSbiYTrJ4/TdfcL8P5Z8I/AAAAAAAADAs/V1hicctKb6U/s1600/101_4108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ktvSbiYTrJ4/TdfcL8P5Z8I/AAAAAAAADAs/V1hicctKb6U/s400/101_4108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609193958622717890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is a very sensitive little boy. His shots seemed to bother him, more than they ever did with Haley. He also gets upset when she cries. One night she was throwing a fit about something and kept walking down the hall between her room and the living room. I was holding Michael in the living room, and every time she got to the doorway, he would stick out his lower lip and his chin starting quivering. Everytime he could hear her crying, he would start in on it too!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KT6Uf8E-Do/TdfcMQkFMrI/AAAAAAAADA0/p4zQ8ZTo1BI/s1600/101_4106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KT6Uf8E-Do/TdfcMQkFMrI/AAAAAAAADA0/p4zQ8ZTo1BI/s400/101_4106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609193964076085938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is such a sweet little boy and I can't believe how fast he is growing. We love him so much and are so blessed to have such a happy, healthy child.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B933Indp5qA/TdfcMgS0vnI/AAAAAAAADA8/ZVEx_f-rENc/s1600/101_4105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B933Indp5qA/TdfcMgS0vnI/AAAAAAAADA8/ZVEx_f-rENc/s400/101_4105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609193968298671730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-7764673135303665311?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7764673135303665311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=7764673135303665311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7764673135303665311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/7764673135303665311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/05/smile-outakes.html' title='Smile Outakes'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QmBrfoInw4/TcdTIPJQMLI/AAAAAAAAC-0/hKnaopwnUko/s72-c/101_3955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-4407622333732432210</id><published>2011-05-18T20:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T18:59:17.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Putt-Putt</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday we took Haley to play miniture golf for the first time. We asked her if she wanted to go play golf and she said "Hold on. I'll be right back." She went to her room and came back with her golf clubs!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gElBhiwPCcM/TdgcGM98M4I/AAAAAAAADB8/T5iy8d0kl8s/s1600/101_4114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gElBhiwPCcM/TdgcGM98M4I/AAAAAAAADB8/T5iy8d0kl8s/s400/101_4114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609264228775768962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy tried really hard to help her hold the club the right way and to show her how to hit the ball...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGkMQon5nEk/TdgcF-4eS4I/AAAAAAAADB0/r6D9U7pv7Sk/s1600/101_4116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGkMQon5nEk/TdgcF-4eS4I/AAAAAAAADB0/r6D9U7pv7Sk/s400/101_4116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609264224994741122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but she wasn't super interested in learning the right way to do it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QVwnCGTEZw/TdgbD1siNTI/AAAAAAAADBs/CmtzbkpBvX4/s1600/101_4120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QVwnCGTEZw/TdgbD1siNTI/AAAAAAAADBs/CmtzbkpBvX4/s400/101_4120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609263088657380658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She enjoyed walking around the "course" and sitting down while we were hitting our balls.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vhho0yQFVv8/TdgbDlSo0II/AAAAAAAADBk/tDRoRJxj2cg/s1600/101_4121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vhho0yQFVv8/TdgbDlSo0II/AAAAAAAADBk/tDRoRJxj2cg/s400/101_4121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609263084253794434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also liked looking at all the animals and the water, but she wasn't too sure of the "cave" that we went through.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zCZ_jp97KkQ/TdgbDG1bsrI/AAAAAAAADBc/8TsylNgJzAQ/s1600/101_4123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zCZ_jp97KkQ/TdgbDG1bsrI/AAAAAAAADBc/8TsylNgJzAQ/s400/101_4123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609263076078236338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her main goal on each hole was to pick up our balls before we got to them and put them in the hole for us. Sometimes she dropped them into the hole, but mostly she just held them in the hole for a second and then moved on to the next hole.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5wk6Z4Nmqc/TdgbCldlkAI/AAAAAAAADBU/cJJwTC\RvOk/s1600/101_4125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5wk6Z4Nmqc/TdgbCldlkAI/AAAAAAAADBU/cJJwTCaRvOk/s400/101_4125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609263067119849474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had an alright time, I don't think it's something we'll do again soon, but since there is not much to do in this town we thought we'd try it out. She did enjoy looking at the train, but wanted to see it move, before she agreed to ride it, and they wouldn't start it with no one on it, so we didn't get to do that.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAQw34FMMtU/TdgbCVw77yI/AAAAAAAADBM/KJtH3ibIlsc/s1600/101_4127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAQw34FMMtU/TdgbCVw77yI/AAAAAAAADBM/KJtH3ibIlsc/s400/101_4127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609263062906040098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-4407622333732432210?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/4407622333732432210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=4407622333732432210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4407622333732432210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/4407622333732432210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/05/putt-putt.html' title='Putt-Putt'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gElBhiwPCcM/TdgcGM98M4I/AAAAAAAADB8/T5iy8d0kl8s/s72-c/101_4114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-453591706655638106</id><published>2011-05-15T21:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:22:20.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Note</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to make sure that everyone knows that I put up some new posts (going back to April), but backdated them, so that everything stays in chronological order. So make sure to scroll down far enough to see all the new stuff. Or you can expand the archives on the right to see all the posts by month to see if you've missed any.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-453591706655638106?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/453591706655638106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=453591706655638106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/453591706655638106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/453591706655638106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-note.html' title='Just a Note'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360646277224373751.post-8242386844757982053</id><published>2011-05-09T20:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T18:35:23.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWYfQF8UGpE/TdgYDfC8VQI/AAAAAAAADBE/hrFdQ-p1wDE/s1600/101_4103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWYfQF8UGpE/TdgYDfC8VQI/AAAAAAAADBE/hrFdQ-p1wDE/s400/101_4103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609259784042468610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a really nice Mother's Day. Justin wrote me a really sweet letter and got me gift cards to go to the movies, shopping, and for ice cream. He also cooked a great breakfast, and cleaned up afterwards. I was supposed to go out for the afternoon to have some relaxation time, but I was so tired from being up late Saturday night I decided to save the gift cards and take a nap instead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some friends over Friday night to watch the boxing match, and it wasn't over until 1 am, so while everyone else was settling into bed, Michael was just getting up for the first time, so it was a short night for me! Despite being tired we had a really nice day, and it was especially nice hearing Haley say Happy Mother's Day Mom, over and over and over! She was so proud of herself when she said it without being prompted and it was really cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4360646277224373751-8242386844757982053?l=jandjmunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/feeds/8242386844757982053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4360646277224373751&amp;postID=8242386844757982053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8242386844757982053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4360646277224373751/posts/default/8242386844757982053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jandjmunn.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14345228704957222654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cs0P7Eo34tM/SfXLjanGESI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7OfFsCqpsBY/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWYfQF8UGpE/TdgYDfC8VQI/AAAAAAAADBE/hrFdQ-p1wDE/s72-c/101_4103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
