<?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-6788311016678526744</id><updated>2011-11-04T22:12:25.736-07:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Sqco9z86bpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uD-gkyIYOn4/s1600-h/IMG_1465.JPG'/><category term='I'/><category term='Jamie and I on our trip to the Pocatello Airport for my birthday'/><title type='text'>Together, Forever, and For Always....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-1419995194689818440</id><published>2011-01-25T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:47:51.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fender Bender</title><content type='html'>I am a huge fan of snowy weather, but not today.  Today we got about 6 inches of it, at first I was excited for it.  Then we got the call that the schools here were going to have a 2 hour delay this morning, which meant I was going to have to take the girls to school, not Chet.&lt;br /&gt;Just by going out to the van and getting it ready that I realized it was going to be REALLY slick out.  The snow was wet and sticky, not good for driving.  We were on our way and I noticed the truck in front of me was sliding all over the place, so I slowed down even more, trying to be extra cautious.  But I still ended up sliding, hitting the side walk, and finally coming to a stop at the stop sign.  But the vehicle behind me was not so lucky, it ran right into us.  It hit us hard enough that my back was injured from it.  I feel foolish now, but I started to cry.  Some of it was because my back was hurt, but the other part was because it scared me.&lt;br /&gt;I got out and realized that I knew the people who hit me, we hugged and they asked how I was, I told them about my back.  We then looked at the damage and really, I could not see any.  But because of my back, they called the police.&lt;br /&gt;Then we realized that traffic was starting to pick up some and decided to have the kiddoes move out of the vehicles just in case.  Just as I got Iolly out and shut the door, another car hit theirs and caused it to hit mine.  Mine went out into the road half way, but luckily this usually busy road was clear.  I then decided that I needed to move my van for safety of others, so I did and the other two behind me followed suit.  Seriously, not two seconds after we did that 2 more cars had a finder binder in the same exact spot.  It was crazy!  Then the police, ambulance, and fire trucks arrived.  The EMT checked me, asked some questions and together we decided that I could just go to my regular dr to have my back checked out.  Because of my back, the police had to file an injury report which takes longer to do.  So I put the kids back into the car and waited.  When they needed to get my information from me, I realized that I left my purse at home by mistake.  So I had no drivers license and my new insurance card was also in my purse, so no proof of that either.  I was so embarrassed!   So I got cited for not having proof and then come to find out that my drivers license expired on my birthday last month, so I got a ticket for that, just lovely.&lt;br /&gt;So this morning did not go at all as planned and was rather frustrating.  But after looking back and rethinking the whole event through I came to realize just how blessed we were.  If the road would have been busy like it usually is, it could have been much worse.  So I am grateful for the "minor" injury and for Heavenly Father for looking out for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-1419995194689818440?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1419995194689818440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-finder-binder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1419995194689818440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1419995194689818440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-finder-binder.html' title='My Fender Bender'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-8461054337383541378</id><published>2010-11-17T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T09:55:07.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Trying to see the light!!!</title><content type='html'>I am having a very stressful time right now and it's really hard not to be so negative.  I am very stressed out lately cause I am having a very difficult time being able to keep my house clean, it tends to fall apart so easily.  I am having all day sickness anymore, it use to just be night time, but the last few weeks it's progressed into all day.  Food is not appealing at all and lately my diet has been roman noodles, that's it.  I try and eat anything else and I get a very upset &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt;.  Water is about all I can drink too, once in a while a sprite.  Any kind of juice gives me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nasty&lt;/span&gt; heart burn and I am not able to have any kind of dairy when I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt;, makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; sick!&lt;br /&gt;On top of this I have started to already have really bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;braxton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hecks&lt;/span&gt; contractions and severe round ligament pain, along with some back pain too.    This pregnancy is literally kicking my butt!&lt;br /&gt;I also have sick boy at the moment who has a pretty bad cold (again) and it caused him to throw up during the night.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Iolly&lt;/span&gt; always gets colds and they hit him during the night.  So lack of sleep with all of this is wearing me down even more.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt; I am exhausted any more.&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally I am draining too.  My Grandpa Williams is not doing so well and the family has decided to leave him with hospice care.  I totally agree with this decision, but at the same time it is so hard.  I love my Grandpa so much and will miss him.  They do not think he will last much longer, if we are lucky, he will get to spend one last Holiday with us, I hope so. &lt;br /&gt;I then also found out that a friend I went to high school with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;commited&lt;/span&gt; suicide and her family discovered her body yesterday.  My heart aches for them and reminds me of last year, my cousin had an accidental overdose the week before Thanksgiving, she left behind 5 kids.  So this holiday has been hard the last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;I've also been struggling with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; on staying in the nursery at church or asking to be released.  I have always dreamed of working in the nursery and now I am finally there!  But the timing is just so wrong!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Iolly&lt;/span&gt; is in there with me and he gives me a lot of problems.  He doesn't want me to do anything with any of the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt;, wants me to hold him even though I can't, doesn't listen to anyone and climbs all over me if I sit down.  He is super naughty when I am in there with him.  The last time I was in there he climbed on my back during lesson time and he hurt my back pretty bad. &lt;br /&gt;Doing the activities with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt; is hard too though.  With feeling sick and my tummy hurting it's pretty rough.  You have to be active when you have about 14 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt; under 3.  I find it easy to make an excuse not to go to church rather than going cause I am starting to "dread" going there. &lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I am going to be going to my bishop and let him know what is going on.  He is also my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;, so maybe I will tell him at my next appointment, which ever comes first.  This will be very hard for me, but I also feel it's the right thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;So with all of this negativity written down, perhaps I can try and come up with some positive ones and see if that will help me out any.  Instead of dwelling just on the negatives, I can start seeing the positives too, maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; boost my mood, that's the idea anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to help Ezra's class out with their Thanksgiving lunch buffet.  They are doing finger foods and I signed up to do fun little turkey sandwiches (they will actually look like little turkeys).  Chet has agreed to help out with it this weekend, I need to prep enough to make 100 mini ones.  I have found a new love with being crafty with food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited to be adding another member to this family, we just can't wait till he/she gets here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas season, my most favorite time of the year.  I am hoping that I budgeted enough to be able to help 3 other kids with Christmas this year.  I have made it a goal to try and help at least one since I can remember.  Last year I actually helped my sister out, she was having some difficulties and I had the money.  So it made it a little bit more special when it was someone I knew.  This year things look good for her, so I am hoping to be able pick 3 kids out this year and have my kids help pick the stuff out for them.  I've been talking to them and preparing them for it.  We have a limit on what we get them for Christmas just for this reason.  I am hoping that they will learn to give more than wanting.  I also have them take turns shopping for the Toys for Tots boxes.  I also can't wait till they get the bell ringers out and start collecting donations to help other families out.  This is the one time of the year I always carry cash on me, just so I can give them my change when I leave, that has always been a favorite part of Christmas time for me since I was little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course since it's Christmas time that means snow should be coming around the corner soon!  I just love snow!!!  I miss being in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt; cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Pocatello&lt;/span&gt; doesn't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love the magic of Santa and sharing it with my kids!!  This season is just so magical to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt;, they mean everything to me!  I love how big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt; is getting and what a great helper she is!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; loves to do things to please me and hates seeing me sick, still very much a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;momma's&lt;/span&gt; boy!  And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Iolly&lt;/span&gt; is getting so big too, and even though he is a huge Daddy's boy, he prefers me when he is sick.  I don't know why, but that comforts me.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being the one taking care of my nieces and nephews, I really do love my job!  They have a lot of fun being able to play with each other and are such great friends. I am so glad they get to bond like this and I hope that as they get older they will stay close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do like having a clean house and I miss it.  Maybe instead of focusing on the whole thing, I should focus on a small part and do a little bit at a time.  Sometimes when I think about cleaning I get too caught up with thinking it all has to get done.  So I should just start small and go from there, that sounds like a good plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up next month!!!  I might be getting older, but I still love celebrating it!!!  I am hoping that Chet let's me find a senior or two to buy Christmas presents for this year, that is what I want to do for my birthday.  He can still take me out for dinner, but the best gift would be letting me give to someone else, I really enjoy doing stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Thanksgiving every year I paint my Grandma's window and the last 2 years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt; has done her own too.  I am so excited to do it again this year, it will be a very simple one I think, but it'll still be fun!  This has been a tradition since I was probably about 10 or so, can't remember when I started.  But I do remember that I started it with my big sister Jennifer.  She always had the more crazy and fun ideas to do, I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think this is helping out a lot, I am actually starting to feel a bit better and wanted do things, even  if it's just accomplishing something small.  As much as I am dreading a part of this season, I am really looking forward to it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-8461054337383541378?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/8461054337383541378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/11/trying-to-see-light.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8461054337383541378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8461054337383541378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/11/trying-to-see-light.html' title='Trying to see the light!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-8904488851739662226</id><published>2010-10-04T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:05:16.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cian Turned 5 Today!!!</title><content type='html'>My little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; turned 5 today, I can't believe it!  He is such a great little boy to have, always helping me out and always telling me such sweet things.  He asks every day still if he can marry me, and he's always giving me kisses and calling me his girlfriend.  Lately he has started every morning with "Mommy I like you, I will be a good boy for you forever!"  He doesn't like to disappoint me, he always wants me to be happy.  I just love this little boy, I am so blessed to have him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when he woke up I sang happy birthday to him and the first thing he said was "What number am I now mom?".  I was like, "Do you mean how old you are now?  You are now 5 silly boy!"  He laughed and then stated what a big boy he was now, he's so happy to be 5, almost as big as his sissy!&lt;br /&gt;Then as he was eating his breakfast he gave me his birthday list.  I couldn't believe it, he's the first one to do that.  Not even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt; has done this yet.  Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Iron Man movie #2&lt;br /&gt;2.  Iron Man toy (he was pretty descriptive with that one, so I'm thinking he has one  in particular he wants)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Toy Story movie&lt;br /&gt;4.  Pokemon Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;......looks like I have a movie addict here  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of cool though cause I found a Pokemon movie on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt; for a really good price and it arrived today, just in time for his birthday, he has recently discovered Pokemon and loves them.  It's kind of funny cause I was a huge Pokemon fan and had a huge collection of them, I only wish I still had it to give to him, he would be in heaven!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to have some frozen cake in the freezer from when I was practicing my sister's wedding cake, so I got it out and carved a quick Iron Man face on it.  Made some yummy peanut butter frosting and decorated it.  For a 10 minute job it turned out rather well and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; loved it!!!  I was so happy that he did cause honestly it was very last minute, I was not planning on doing one.  But I overheard him a couple of times tell people that I was making him an Iron Man cake, I couldn't let him down.  I only wish that I knew were my camera was, I would have taken pictures of it, even though it wasn't the best work ever.  He loved it and that's all that counts!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to have you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt;, I love you so very much!!!  Every day you know how to make me smile and laugh.  You watch out for Mommy and love to help out when ever you can, you are such a good boy!!!  I am so proud of you everyday.  You have turned into such a wonderful boy and take good care of your Mommy and little brother.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Iolly&lt;/span&gt; adores you and I love that you include him with your play.  You're such a big help anymore.  I'm glad you're still Mommy's boy and love to cuddle with me, I hope you don't grow out of that too soon.  I love you my big boy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-8904488851739662226?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/8904488851739662226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/10/cian-turned-5-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8904488851739662226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8904488851739662226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/10/cian-turned-5-today.html' title='Cian Turned 5 Today!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-7763277759085727287</id><published>2010-09-29T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T09:06:04.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!!!  It's finally happening!  :)</title><content type='html'>It's official, we heard and saw a heart beat and am expecting baby #4!!!  We are so very excited for this to finally to be happening!  Everyone so far is in agreeance to having another girl, but that just means we will have another boy if we hope too hard!!!  So I am trying to stay neutral and say it doesn't matter as long as we have this one and it's healthy! &lt;br /&gt;When asked by relatives or me, this is my kiddoes answers to what they want to have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra (6)--"A sister, no more brothers for me!"  uh, what will she do if she does have another brother???  I did ask her that, this is what she said "I will help you mom, even if I'm sad about that."  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cian (nearly 5, 6 more days people!)--"I just want what will make my mommy happy!"&lt;br /&gt;what a sweet heart, nearly made me cry when I heard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iollan (3)-- "a girl."  Why, "cause Cian and me two brudders.  Ezzy and baby two sissers."   lol  I love his logic and agree with that one!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are only 7 weeks along, so we have a long ways to go.  Looks like it's going to be a mid May baby,  this will be my first winter pregnancy, so I am looking forward to this, the summer kills me! &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully all goes well with this one, the chances are a lot slimmer now that we have a heart beat and I feel really good about this one too.  The last one I was not sick at all and just had a real bad feeling about it the whole time.  But I am sick with this one and I love that!!!  Being sick is a good sign for me, one I look forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here is to my sickness and good health that comes with it!  lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks everyone for you thoughts and prayers, I appreciate it so very much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-7763277759085727287?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/7763277759085727287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/09/yes-its-finally-happening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7763277759085727287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7763277759085727287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/09/yes-its-finally-happening.html' title='Yes!!!  It&apos;s finally happening!  :)'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4387007594185269992</id><published>2010-09-24T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T08:52:48.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids</title><content type='html'>This is some more about my children.  I am just so happy to have each and everyone of them in my life.  Just this morning I was looking at my little Iolly sleeping, so peacefully moaning his little moans along with his cute little sighs.  I cannot imagine life without him.  It made me remember when I first found out that I was having another little boy instead of a girl, how I cried and was so worried about having another boy, I thought that all boys would be like my Cian, my monster boy.  But they are not, every child is different and that is what he taught me.  He has always been very mild with his behaviour, so sweet and kind.  He his both a momma's and dadda's boy.  He is my cuddle bug every morning and I just love his smiles that he gives and his "Good morning Momma!".  He started to have a slight speech problem like his sister did, but because we picked up on it sooner, we have been able to correct it.  He talks very well and is favorite phrase when he wants something is"I never, ever, EVER got that before."  It's so cute when he says it, he always squeaks with it too.  Cian has tried this, but it just doesn't work with an older child, but I give him an A for effort.  lol    Iollan is growing up so much faster than the others and that makes me sad, he is my baby boy, can't he stay like that just a bit longer???  He is fully potty trained and surprisingly might be getting ready to stop using the diapers at night too, he has gone almost a week without any wet diapers at night, so I'm thinking that another 2 weeks of that and we will try diaper free at nights, that will be nice!  He will be the youngest one of the three to go diaperless so young.  Ezzy was out at 5 and Cian, well he still wears them, but that's ok.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Iollan has decided lately to be very vocal about who does or doesn't like anymore.  We have a new little girl that I have started watching and when it was his turn to serve out the food, he refused to serve her because he didn't like her.  That was the first time he had ever done that.  I'm sure it was all because he just didn't know her, kind of funny though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My monster boy Cian.  I love him for who he is.  And to be totally honest, he is turning into the sweetest little boy ever.  He is the most helpful child I have, if I ask him to do something, he does it.  No questions asked, he does it right then and there too.  He is also very helpful with the other kids, he wants to be everyone's friend.  He is always the first one to let me know when one of them is sad, he doesn't like to see anyone sad and tries to make them happy by doing silly things.  He has also learned to be a good sport,he starts races, but he makes sure that everyone included is having fun, even if that means he looses.  He has made me cry many times because of how proud I am of him. &lt;br /&gt;He loves animals too!  He is so cute about it, when we went camping one time my sister brought her pug.   Whenever Cian thought that he (the pug) was lonely, he would go over and just sit there and hold him.  He did that several times and for quite a while too.  He just doesn't like to see anyone or anything sad and I love that about him, it shows how caring he is. &lt;br /&gt;He has come along ways, he was and still sometimes is a difficult child.  But I love what he is becoming and I know that through his difficulties that that is why he is who he is today.  He is very high spirited and we both have to learn how to control it.  I love my monster boy very much, wouldn't trade him for anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra is getting so big and id drives me crazy how big she is.  She still loves going to school and wakes up every morning ready to go.  She is such a chatter box!  We are always getting after her to quiet down cause the boys are still sleeping.  She's just so excited to go to school again.  We have her take cold lunches to school and she loves it when I use cookie cutters on them and finding little notes saying "I love you" inside.  She has asked to purchase cold milk at school, that right there shows me how big she's getting and how independent she is and that makes me happy.  Then this morning she asked if she could maybe have hot lunch instead, so I gave her some money to do so.  We decided that we will look at the school menu and she can choose the days she want hot lunch and then cold lunches on the rest.&lt;br /&gt;She seems to be doing pretty good with school right now and keeping up with everyone.  She loves spelling, learning to read, and doing homework.  She asks me daily for homework, most of the time I have to make it up for her cause she doesn't bring any home.  She is always bringing drawings home and she always writes mommy on them, cause they are for me. She is getting really good with her drawing too.  I love that she loves school I really hope that she continues to have that attitude and I hope that with our encouragement she will continue to do so.  She is also excited cause she is looking forward to signing up for basketball.  They sent home fliers and she asked if she could play.  So I had her decide, bowling or basketball this year and she chose basketball.  I'm so glad that she is into sports, hopefully she enjoys learning about basketball and has fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my kiddoes and I love them very much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason behind this post is because I watched a movie last night and it just made me think.  I watched "The boy in the striped pajamas".  This is the second time I watched it, Chet bought it last night and so we watched it together.  The whole story makes me mad and sad.  The little boy in it though, Bruno, just reminds me so much of Cian. He is an explorer and loves to have a friend, no matter who they are.  He was willing to look for the good when everyone else was saying there was none to be found.  And then the horror of the mother realizing what happened, I cannot imagine going through that.  Fighting so hard to get your children away from this nightmare you are in and that last minute to lose one.  The father, well I'm not sure what to think about him.  I really just don't even want to go there, he is one that ticks me off, just so wrong what he supported.  But they brainwashed everyone, the stuff they were teaching to the children and at such young ages too, ugh! &lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, I am through with that because that just makes my blood boil, you can ask Chet, I was mad after the movie ended.  Anyways, it made me think of my children and how I am so blessed to have them, I cannot imagine losing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love you 3 with all my heart!!!    &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4387007594185269992?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4387007594185269992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4387007594185269992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4387007594185269992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-kids.html' title='My Kids'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-3750877702249554077</id><published>2010-09-16T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:56:27.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest Chet!!!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been feeling my best lately and Chet has been so wonderful going above and beyond the call of duty!  He has been super busy with homework and work, but he still tries to do things to help me out, I love him much!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to my mom's to pick something up from her and when I got home he cleaned the kitchen completely and was reorganizing the pantry.  Then I noticed that he also washed a piece of ribbon for me.  This ribbon is for my sisters wedding cake and it had gotten frosting on it when I practiced.  Well I didn't get a chance to wash it and he did it.  It was such a simple thing, but it really touched me so much that I cried.  I am so happy to have such a wonderful hubby, he is the best!  Thank you Chet for all that you do, you are amazing and I love you so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-3750877702249554077?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/3750877702249554077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-dearest-chet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3750877702249554077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3750877702249554077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-dearest-chet.html' title='My Dearest Chet!!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4553940153785520142</id><published>2010-09-03T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:50:02.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry that I have not gotten any pictures on here like I thought I would, but if I could find my camera I would have gotten it done!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ezzy had her second day of school today and so far she loves school!  The first thing Ezzy said today when she came home was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"School is too much fun Mom, I just love it!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so glad that she is loving school, she is now sad cause she has a 3 day weekend:  "I hate summer break, why can't we go to school everyday?"  Another thing I over heard her say today!  haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cian and Iolly took a bath tonight and when they got done they decided to race.  Well Cian was winning by a long shot and Iolly started to get sad.  Cian noticed it and took off his shirt (the final piece of clothing to win the race) and then proceeded to pretend that he couldn't put it on, it kept getting stuck on his foot, that silly foot!  lol  Iolly was then able to win the race and Cian shouted out "Good job Iolly, you won!!!"  Made me so proud when he did that, what a sweet heart Cian is!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iolly is potty trained!  Yeah!!!    The only diapers in this house in for night time use only, what a relief that is.  He had one accident in the last two weeks, but I will not count that one, it truly was not his fault.  He had to go really bad and ran into the bathroom (we were at Grandma's house).  Well stinky sissy decided that she needed to go too and ran into the bathroom as well and went before him, therefore he had an accident.  I was pretty mad at her, there was no reason for that.  What a turkey she was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dogs like to chase flies and try to eat them, it is hilarious!!!  Our house has many flies in it and it drives me insane!  But it sure is funny to see the animals going nuts too!  If anyone has any good remedies to get rid of flies, please let me know.  I leave the door open when the kiddoes go out to play, so that is why we have so many.  Don't tell me to shut the door, cause that is a no-no.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've already started on Ol' Hallows Eve costumes and am so excited!!!  We are doing an Under the Sea Adventure theme, can't wait to show them off!!!  I absolutely LOVE Halloween, my creativity just goes wild!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TTFY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4553940153785520142?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4553940153785520142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-random-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4553940153785520142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4553940153785520142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-random-stuff.html' title='Just Random Stuff'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-2992509796505488374</id><published>2010-08-24T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:44:14.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ezzy is 6 Today!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cannot believe that my little Ezzy May is 6 today!  She is getting so big, so fast!  She is all ready to go to first grade, just today she told me that she really hated the summer break!  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post pictures of her, but I don't have any recent ones that I want to post, so tomorrow I will.  She has a new hairdo, it's so cute, but at the same time it makes her look older, so I don't like it because of that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She loves to do chores and is a big help anymore.  One of her chores is keeping the bathroom orderly, she loves it and gets mad when somebody goes in there messes it up, it's so funny!  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an animal lover and has decided that all the animals are hers, the little thief!  All the animals we have gotten are because I have wanted them for my birthday or Mother's day, but she has some how managed to claim them all.  Our newest addition, Buddy, loves to sleep with her, he is her "Buddy"!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still loves to wear dresses and jewelry, very girly, but is always the first one to get into the dirt and playing with bugs.  She makes more friends with boys then she does girls, it's so funny.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is our little princess and I cannot imagine life without her, I love her so much!  I hope and pray everyday that we get to see her grow up and enjoy a family of her own, she will be a great mother one day, I know it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EZZY, WE LOVE YOU!!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-2992509796505488374?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/2992509796505488374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/08/ezzy-is-6-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/2992509796505488374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/2992509796505488374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/08/ezzy-is-6-today.html' title='Ezzy is 6 Today!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-319033057290302480</id><published>2010-08-23T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:04:05.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 YEARS TODAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/THNfHDB8eII/AAAAAAAAAS4/1PAf-z2OwA0/s1600/DSCF0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/THNfHDB8eII/AAAAAAAAAS4/1PAf-z2OwA0/s320/DSCF0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508851343881435266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/THNfGSvt1dI/AAAAAAAAASw/LhSRnOmvAVc/s1600/DSCF0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/THNfGSvt1dI/AAAAAAAAASw/LhSRnOmvAVc/s320/DSCF0696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508851330920076754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/THNfFjvdhPI/AAAAAAAAASo/p-cK0EwM1lk/s1600/DSCF0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/THNfFjvdhPI/AAAAAAAAASo/p-cK0EwM1lk/s320/DSCF0674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508851318302541042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/THNfEzxWlZI/AAAAAAAAASg/8YmxTaidnPs/s1600/DSCF0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/THNfEzxWlZI/AAAAAAAAASg/8YmxTaidnPs/s320/DSCF0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508851305425573266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Chet and I celebrated 7 years together!  I am so thankful for him everyday, I'm such a lucky woman to have him!  He is an amazing father to our children and they love him very much!&lt;br /&gt;This year Chet planned our anniversary (we switch every year, I am the even years, he is the odd ones).  Anyways, he decided that we could go to The Grand Tetons and hike to Table Rock.  Never being there before, I accepted the challenge.  Oh boy, what a mistake that was!  We hiked for 11 hours that day, I barely survived!!!  I seriously cried on the way down, my feet hurt so bad, I lost track of how many times I fell (we went down the face of the mountain), it was grueling!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am not a hiker, I have never really gone on one in my life!  I would like to, but I need to work on it.  I am so out of shape right now, but my goal is to be in better shape for next year, I would like to go again, but this time with limits.  Chet was so excited for me to see Table Rock that he kept pushing, no matter how hard I pulled.  We did not make it to Table Rock, but we did get up to the ridge.  It nearly KILLED me though!&lt;br /&gt;On the way up I saw all kinds of people pass us going up or down.  There was two that stood out to me.  One was a pregnant lady coming down the trail, I could not believe it!  She was pregnant and enjoying the hike and here I was having a hard time with it.  The second one I saw was a great grandma coming down and passing us.  She was so cute!  She had her hiking boots on and all decked out for the hike.  She was hiking with her kids, grand kids and some great grandkids, how cool is that!!!  I hope that I can change my lifestyle so that I can be that kind of great grandma, I just loved seeing her there and wished that I could have had a picture.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I forgot to mention the camp out.  When we arrived we immediately put our tent up and then it poured on us!  We ate our dinner under the huge umbrella we have and then went to bed (we arrived up there around 7/8 that night).  We were getting ready to turn the lights out when we noticed that the tent had leaks in it and they were creating some pretty big puddles.  Lucky for us that at the last minute I decided to grab an extra large blanket and it was perfect to soak it all up and kept it from getting on us.&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I woke up and it had stopped raining so I woke Chet up to walk with me to the rest rooms and the sky was so clear!  It was beautiful, I wish that I had my camera on me to take a picture of it!  Chet saw two shooting stars that night, it was just breath taking.  I would love to take my kids up there to stay the night, so that I could wake them up and see the stars so bright, they would just love it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this was our adventure this year to celebrate 7 years together.  It was probably the least romantic and one I will never let him live down, but it will probably be one of the ones I remember most!&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that we have many more years together and that we can watch our children grow.  I love Chet with all my heart, even when I am angry with him and cursing him for the awful hike he took us on.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I should probably mention that he did make it up to me by taking me to dinner and then to the movies, so he's not all that bad huh??  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-319033057290302480?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/319033057290302480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/08/7-years-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/319033057290302480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/319033057290302480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/08/7-years-today.html' title='7 YEARS TODAY!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/THNfHDB8eII/AAAAAAAAAS4/1PAf-z2OwA0/s72-c/DSCF0719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-7877623700707076763</id><published>2010-08-18T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:10:17.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chet-&lt;/span&gt;working hard as usual and going to school, on top of that got a new calling and is now the ward clerk assistant for the financial part, he's excited for this new calling and I know that he will do great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me-&lt;/span&gt;still learning to keep my house cleaner and learning how to survive with little to no sleep at times. I watch kiddoes from 8:30 am to 11:30sh pm throughout the week.  I have assigned chores to all 3 kiddoes and they love earning their smileys for allowances, this has helped me out tremendously!!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ezzy-&lt;/span&gt;getting ready to go to 1st grade, I cannot believe it!  She is so excited!  She loves doing her chores and earning her money and loves paying Jesus her tithing, she's so cute about it!  We have started to talk to her about modest clothing and she has discovered she has modesty freckles to help her out.  She earned some stars (a chart for behavior) and gets to have her hair highlighted for school, when she earned them she told me she was going blond!  lol  I had to explain to her what she could get, silly girl!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we have discovered that he can write with both hands and very well too!  He loves telling stories and is very imaginative!  His favorite subject is hot lava right now, we always have to watch were we are stepping or what we are eating, red is the cool color right now!  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Iollan-loves books and carries one around with him where ever we go. He is also very artistic for being so young!  His favorite past time is drawing and I use it to encourage him to get things done.  He loves to draw bugs and drew a ski boat that actually resembled one too.  Too bad I had no camera on me and it was done on a magna doodle, so it didn't last long, but I did have an eye witness to it, my sister Fran, it was amazing!  He is also almost done potty training, so all we have diapers is for night time use,nice huh!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-7877623700707076763?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/7877623700707076763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/08/quick-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7877623700707076763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7877623700707076763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/08/quick-updates.html' title='Quick Updates'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-5447442335761920604</id><published>2010-07-23T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T13:07:03.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Laundry</title><content type='html'>So I am sitting here trying to fold laundry and not getting overly emotional, I am folding maternity clothes that I am passing on to my little sister that is due in December.  I have gotten over the fact that she's due, and thankfully everything is looking great for her too.  However, I just found out the other night that my other little sister is due too.  She is a single mommy and already having trouble raising her two girls that she does have (she can do this though, I know that).  I am a little jealous of her, I would be lying if I said I wasn't.  I want a baby so bad, it hurts at times.  Having two miscarriages in a row is painful and it makes me scared to try again, but I will, someday.  But right now we need to pay off our debt, the medical bills, they seem never ending right now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as I am folding the maternity clothes I just keep thinking how I should be wearing them right now and getting ready for my own addition,  shouldn't I be over this already???  I just want to cry about it, I did actually and then I prayed.  I prayed for help to get through this again and then for my sisters' pregnancies.  I have found my peace, I have, but I guess I am just having an off day and need to vent or something, but no one is around, just my sleeping little boys and even if they weren't sleeping, they are not the ones I want to vent too.  lol     Blogging about my feelings have helped me out, so that's what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those who do not want to read this, but this my blog.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-5447442335761920604?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/5447442335761920604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/07/emotional-laundry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5447442335761920604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5447442335761920604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/07/emotional-laundry.html' title='Emotional Laundry'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4229209335991974425</id><published>2010-07-16T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:30:32.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chet's accident and another crazy kid day!  :(</title><content type='html'>So this morning I got a call from Chet and found out that he had been in a accident with his four wheeler at work! He scared me when he was telling me about it, thinking about the possibility of what could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;When he is in Blackfoot reading meters, he needs to use a four wheeler to get to most of the pumps there. I guess he had to ride the four wheeler along a canal to get to the pump he needed to read. He hit a bump and that caused him to go into the canal, instead of trying to fight it he went with it, smart decision! if he would have tried to go up the canal, he more and likely would have flipped it and gotten hurt or worse, but let's not think about that shall we.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, he got completely soaked, but nothing more than that. His phone was ruined somehow, not exactly sure if it was water damage or maybe washed away, I'll find out about that one later. Anyways, his ipod got soaked too and therefor is no longer in working condition, I will try to be sad with that one, but honestly, that thing drives me nuts!!! haha He is always on it! You now how some people are with their texting, ignoring everyone around them cause they are too busy texting, well that's my hubby on the ipod! So I will not miss that at all! I know Chet will though, so I will figure a way to replace it, not too soon though! lol&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that nothing happened to him though, that was a little too close for comfort! He was pretty shaken up from it, but decided to keep working. He is such a dedicated employee, too dedicated at times, but I guess that's not such a bad thing. He was suppose to come home early today cause we had some plans, but since that happened, he won't be home early, kind of a bummer deal I think.&lt;br /&gt;On top of receiving the news about Chet's accident, my kids have decided to be monsters again. I really don't know what their deal is lately, but the last three days have been horrible. They just don't think they need to listen, hopefully they can get back to their normal selves soon, I am running out of patience with them, particularly the boys. Cian waits for me to leave the room and then does something that he knows he is not suppose to do (jumping off of the couch to try and grab the string(s) from the ceiling fan, pushing or hitting his little brother or taking his toys away, etc.) While I was trying to catch him (he ran from me) to put him into time out, i managed to injure my foot too, so I was not a happy momma at the moment. He has just been on one for the last few days, I really don't know what to do with him at times. He is just a very high spirited little boy and just when I think I am getting the hang of dealing with him, something like this happens. I love him to death, but he is one little boy that is hard to raise. You know what is so weird about him though? I clash with him so much at times, yet he is the BIGGEST Momma's boy, I don't get that. Sometimes I feel like he should not like me because of all of our clashing, but I am so grateful that he can love me so much still! He is MY monster boy and I love him!&lt;br /&gt;Iolly, well he is at the age of testing limits too. Today he got a prize for going poopoo in the toilet, it was a water toy. I let him have a bath so that he could play with it, well a little bit later he decided he wanted to take a bath again, I told him no. So what did he do? He went into the bathroom and used toilet water instead! YUCK!!!!!!!! Luckily Ezra saw him and I was able to get it from him before he sprayed anything or anyone with it. Crazy kid, hopefully he won't do that again.&lt;br /&gt;Ezra hasn't been as bad, but her listening skills could be better. I think summer time is becoming boring and we just need school to start again, that's what I'm a thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was telling Cassie (my sister) about my day and how my nerves were kind of shot, so she took my boys for me for a while. Ezzy wanted to stay home and be with me. So I am grateful for this little sanity break. I am hoping that I can rejuvenate myself and be in better spirits when my boys come back. I love them so very much, but I am glad they are gone right now, I so needed this break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4229209335991974425?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4229209335991974425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/07/chets-accident-and-another-crazy-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4229209335991974425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4229209335991974425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/07/chets-accident-and-another-crazy-kid.html' title='Chet&apos;s accident and another crazy kid day!  :('/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-6379656656594788862</id><published>2010-07-14T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:31:48.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!  What a night!</title><content type='html'>Why is it that on some days the kids are great and then they have days were they don't think they need to listen to anything!  Today is one of those days, and it's not just been my kids, it's been all of them!  It's like contagious or something, they have literally driven me bonkers!!!&lt;br /&gt;This morning it started off great.  We went to the kid's tee-ball game and then came home for lunch, what sweet kids I had at the time.  Then they all laid down for a nap/rest and after that, they turned into demons!!!  What the heck is up with that???  Aren't they suppose to be nicer after rest/nap time?  What happened here?&lt;br /&gt;So tonight has not been a good night since then, every time I turn around, more bickering and craziness!  I thought that when Chet got home I could have a nice break and get some sanity back, but did I?  NOPE!!!  My mood was contagious to him!  lol&lt;br /&gt;I then tried to talk to him about it, but that didn't work out either (I think I turned into a bear by then, maybe a monster is more accurate).   So I ended up disappearing into the other room and just let him take over, forget it I said.&lt;br /&gt;When I came back out, he was trying to cook dinner and taking care of 5 little monsters, he tried to let them play the wii in hopes of them being good, but ya, that did not work either.  So that had to be put up and everyone went to time out till dinner was done, enough is enough right???&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, straight to bed for the little monsters!  But even in bed they are fighting, I am sitting here typing this and ignoring their cries, being a bad mommy.  Where's Chet you ask???  He gets to leave and go do homework, where's my break?  Oh ya, I had one when I disappeared into the room for a half hour, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;On days like this I ask myself why I watch so many kiddoes and why I fantasize about having more, am I really that crazy?  Ya, I am.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully these kind of days are rare, cause I really do love my kids, I really do like watching my nieces and nephews, and I really do want more kids, just not today.  Today I just want to be alone and enjoy some nice, quiet time ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;But that's not going to happen, so I will go check on the kids and make sure they are still alive and then pop in a movie and attempt to watch that,  wish me luck!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-6379656656594788862?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/6379656656594788862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-is-it-that-on-some-days-kids-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/6379656656594788862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/6379656656594788862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-is-it-that-on-some-days-kids-are.html' title='UGH!  What a night!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-8836446644091157137</id><published>2010-07-06T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:08:11.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been far too long!</title><content type='html'>It has been forever since I've posted and really, there is no good excuse why.  I think about it all the time, just don't get to it for one reason or another. &lt;br /&gt;Chet and I are always joking about moving away from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pocatello&lt;/span&gt;, hopefully back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt; one day. My health seems to have declined since moving here, I have allergies here, I had none the entire time I was in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt;.  I've had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pneumonia&lt;/span&gt;, bronchitis, sinus infections &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I turn around, and two miscarriages the two years I've been here.  It's gotta be something here right???&lt;br /&gt;Just this weekend I had to go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Immediate&lt;/span&gt; Care twice and then to the hospital, it was no fun!  The first time I went, I didn't take good x-rays cause I couldn't breath too well, so they thought that maybe I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pneumonia&lt;/span&gt; and treated me with that.  Well Monday morning my chest started to hurt a lot more and I had even more problems with my breathing, so I had to go in again.  They took other x-rays and decided to have me go to the hospital.  My x-r&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ays&lt;/span&gt; were good, but my lungs sounded horrible.  So they sent me to the hospital to check for a blood clot, that scared me!  To check for a blood clot they have to do a CT scan, that was the weirdest thing ever.  They have to put an IV in you, a large one I might add, and put some sort of clear fluid into you.  It was the weirdest sensation ever!  You get a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;metallic&lt;/span&gt; taste in your mouth and it makes you feel wet all over, literally!  It reminded me of the guy on x-men that turns into water, that's what it felt like to me.  I felt like warm water was seeping through me, crazy huh?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the test came back negative, no blood clot!!  Yeah and no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pneumonia&lt;/span&gt; either.  But I do have bronchial bronchitis, so I am getting treated for that.&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel a bit better today, except for the nasty side affects from the medicine that has actually made me really sick to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt;!  And then my arms hurt a lot too, they had to poke me 3 times before getting the IV in, I seriously cried, it hurt so bad!  (yes, I am a baby with needles)  So I have bruises on both arms now, not fun.&lt;br /&gt;That was my holiday weekend, fun stuff huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something else that I forgot to post about and I feel really bad about it too, anyways here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;My little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rolly&lt;/span&gt;-Polly-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iolly&lt;/span&gt; is officially 3 now!!!  His birthday was last Wednesday, I can't believe how big he is now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hopefully I can do pictures soon and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; I can be a better blogger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-8836446644091157137?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/8836446644091157137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/07/been-far-too-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8836446644091157137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8836446644091157137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/07/been-far-too-long.html' title='Been far too long!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-3308586797799394129</id><published>2010-05-20T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:31:36.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Conversation With Cian</title><content type='html'>Cian is just so fun to talk with and the stuff he some up with is just hilarious!  I think I might start writing some of his quotes on the side of my blog for now on.  I've seen it on some and I love it!  So I'm going to look into that when I have more time though (this blogging set ups stuff is frustrating to me!).    Anyhoos.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cian and I were eating breakfast together.  Cian likes to put his cup near the edge of the table,no matter how many times I ask him to place it behind his bowl/plate.  This is the conversation that followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:  Cian, could you please move your cup behind your plate like Mommy did with hers??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cian:  Maybe you can do that right now Mom, but I cannot.  My hands are too busy right now see!  (as he grabs his bowl with one hand and holds his spoon out with his other!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:  (while trying not to laugh)  Cian, let go of your bowl and please put your cup back like I asked you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cian:  *sigh*  Ok Mom, if you say so.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:  Thank you Cian.  *muffled laugh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he just so full of it?!?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-3308586797799394129?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/3308586797799394129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-conversation-with-cian.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3308586797799394129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3308586797799394129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-conversation-with-cian.html' title='Another Conversation With Cian'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-833543340867643207</id><published>2010-05-12T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:06:06.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cutest Mother's Day Gift!!!</title><content type='html'>So I got a belated gift for Mother's Day.  We missed church because Chet and my little Iolly were sick that day, but last night, or maybe it was Monday night, Chet found a gift for me at the door.  It is a little recipe book labeled "Mom's Best Recipes".  I love it!!!  They asked all the kids in primary to list their favorite recipe mom makes and how mommy makes them.  What they came up with was hilarious!  So I am sharing my kids' and then some of the others, cause they are just so darn cute!!!   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra's---Mac N' Cheese&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;              Noodles, butter, cheese, and milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Boil noodles then strain them.  Mom makes it out of a blue box.&lt;br /&gt;                               (not too bad huh)  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cian's--Dinosaur Fruit&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;              Get a banana, skin it, break it, eat big piece then little piece&lt;br /&gt;                               (I couldn't stop laughing when I read his! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the other kiddoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn Dogs--they come on a stick, you cook them in the microwave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken--cooks it on the stove, not very spicy, add salt, you like everything you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tater Tot Casserole--degrees: pre heated (that's when mom puts cookies and things in)&lt;br /&gt;     Ingredients:  Tatet tots, probably cheese, maybe green beans but not to sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just makes whatever she wants!     haha love that answer too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popeye Pancakes--bubbles in them, serves in pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least, my favorite one is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Nuggets--From McDonald's!  Daddy drinks pop!  LOL  That one is just too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love kids and their answers, don't you?!?    :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-833543340867643207?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/833543340867643207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/05/cutest-mothers-day-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/833543340867643207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/833543340867643207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/05/cutest-mothers-day-gift.html' title='The Cutest Mother&apos;s Day Gift!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4115857093687848937</id><published>2010-05-12T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T09:48:51.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An amazing story I just had to share:</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/KHDvxPjsm8E/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHDvxPjsm8E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHDvxPjsm8E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4115857093687848937?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4115857093687848937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/05/amazing-story-i-just-had-to-share.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4115857093687848937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4115857093687848937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/05/amazing-story-i-just-had-to-share.html' title='An amazing story I just had to share:'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-1787354796176838419</id><published>2010-04-22T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:24:50.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me Mom, but I don't like this!</title><content type='html'>Chet and I needed to get some shopping done so we took the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt; to Taco Bell for dinner, best cheap place to go when you've got 7 mouths to feed. I love their new cheap menus, they rock!!! Anyways, I got the 5 layered burrito for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt; to share (one of those babies can feed two kids). This was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cian's&lt;/span&gt; favorite a little while ago, but tonight he wasn't eating it. When I got after him about doing so, he says: "Excuse me Mom, but I don't like this!" Chet and I could not help but laugh!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; It was great, he was just so serious when he said it!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chet and I was able to feed everyone for only $10!!! Thank you Taco Bell!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with 5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I love to shop with a bunch of kids!! My cousin called and asked me to watch her kids, she had no one else &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt;. So I said yes, even thought I knew that we were going to be doing some shopping tonight (her kids are 1 and 2). But the thought of having more kids to take excited me!!! I'm not sure why, but to me it's seems like a fun challenge! I don't like to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;uncontrollable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt; when I go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anywhere&lt;/span&gt;, it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;! I want them to behave and I have to admit, they do! Chet and I have tried different methods and finally found one that works for our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt;. Shopping is now fun to do with kids and when I get to add more, it adds more excitement to me, weird huh? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-1787354796176838419?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1787354796176838419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/04/excuse-me-mom-but-i-dont-like-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1787354796176838419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1787354796176838419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/04/excuse-me-mom-but-i-dont-like-this.html' title='Excuse me Mom, but I don&apos;t like this!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-792616719592485730</id><published>2010-04-21T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:40:13.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddie Play</title><content type='html'>Well my kiddoes are very creative, imaginative, and even some times gross with their play.  Today  the kiddoes were playing well together while I watched a show.  Well I overheard Cian ask, "Iolly, did you go poop, huh baby?"  And then Iolly replies, "Ya, I poop."  and then I noticed that his hands were down the back of his diaper!!!  I freaked out and was like "No!  Iolly don't do that!"  I then go to grab him so that hopefully he didn't make a mess, but he then pulled his hands out and had a toy car in one hand, laughed and said "My poop!"  and laughed some more, along with Cian.  I then told them that that was inappropriate play and we don't pretend to EVER play with poop!  Please tell me that my kiddoes are not the only ones that do gross play, please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while ago a had a teacher conference with Ezzy's teacher to find out that she was not doing too well in school and that she might have to repeat kindergarten.  I don't have a problem with her repeating if necessary, but I have a HUGE problem with the school system.  I guess that her teacher noticed that she was falling behind in December because of her speech problem.  When she was tested with her speech, she passed, even though her teacher and I both agree that she needed the extra help.  But since she passed the test she doesn't get any.  So her speech problem has made her fall behind.  Anyways, they noticed it in December like I said, but I didn't know about it till March, when we had our teacher conference!  So I was really surprised to hear that she was so far behind that they are considering keeping her back.  The first conference she was doing excellent and even ahead of her class, so I was very shocked by the news.  If her speech was affecting her that much and for that long, why on earth did they not notify me so that I could do more with her???  Her teacher then told me that since there was only 2 months of school left that there wasn't enough time to correct it, that upset me even more!  They have this program called, No Child Left Behind, what happened to Ezzy though?  To me, she was left behind!&lt;br /&gt;So I took Ezzy to dinner one night so that it was just the two of us and told her what was going on  and that she might have to go to kindergarten again next year.  Her response saddened me:  "That's ok Mommy, the kids at school can't understand me and always say, what, huh, I can't understand you."  Isn't that just so sad?  I think so.  She knows she has a problem and we have been working very hard since then.  I also talked to my Aunt Marcia who is a speech therapist and she came to my house this last Monday to test Ezzy herself and see what I could do to help out more.  Well before she showed up I did homework with Ezzy and she did amazing!!!  I was so impressed with her!  When Marcia did her test I told her the improvements I have seen in her and Marcia also noticed that Ezzy was aware of her mistakes and tried to correct herself, she was impressed with that cause I guess a lot of kindergartners do not do that.  When she was done she told me what she felt she needed to work on and that she would bring homework for Ezzy to do at home.  Ezzy has been making some improvements and I am very proud of her.  I just also found out that the school cannot hold your child back if you do not want them too, so I am going to look into that.  I really feel that she is capable of going into the first grade, especially now that we are both working on her problem and she is showing difinite improvement.  If we continue during the summer time, then I am sure she will be mostly caught up, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my aunt was here to test Ezzy, I asked her to test Iolly too.  He has a speech problem like Ezzy.  I was hoping that since he spent more time with Cian that he would pick up Cians speech (Cian is very articulate and loves to use big words), but it did not happen.  I have such a hard time understanding what Iolly is asking or saying and he gets really frustrated with that.  So he has actually started to talk using his hands, kind of like sign language, but his own way.  It's nice because I understand more of what he is wanting, but at the same time he isn't trying to talk and learn words, he is showing me.  So that has really concerned me.&lt;br /&gt;So when Marcia tested him, she could hardly understand a word he said and also noticed him using his hands to describe what the word is, for example:  instead of saying ladder, he used his fingers to walk up the ladder and going, "doot, doot, doot, doot" with every step.  He refused to try and say the word.  So she told me what letters he should be able to say and he is more at a one year old level (sad huh).  She then told me how to work with him to improve his speech.  So far Iollan loves his homework and we do it 3 times a day.  He is working on his, p, b, and m's.  He can do p and b pretty good, but m is rather difficult for him.  He says mommy really well, so I never really noticed it, but other words with m he has a hard time.  But I am glad that I can work on it now and hopefully not go through the same thing we are with Ezzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fat cat Elmo had to go into surgery a little while ago.  He was acting strange and I thought that he had maybe gotten hurt somehow, so I called the vet and got an appointment for the following Monday (it was a Saturday and we were getting ready to go to Rigby to celebrate Easter with Chet's family).  Well the more Chet and I looked at Elmo the more we realized that he was not doing good at all, so I called back and was able to take him in immediately.  When they looked at him they figured out that he needed to have immediate surgery because his bladder was blocked.  So we had to leave him there, I was rather sad to hear that.  About two hours after we left, they called us to inform us that everything went well and that if we had not brought him in that day that he more and likely would have passed that weekend, he was a very sick kitty, they were amazed that he was still alive!  Chet and I were both glad that we decided to take him in that day and not waited like we wanted to.  He stayed at the vet from Saturday to Wednesday night and has been recovering really well, I am so happy!  I love all my animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously we are still here in Pocatello.  Chet applied to a job in Ashton, ID, that would be great to get, but we are not holding our breath this time.  I think that we jumped the gun last time, but in all fairness, Chet's boss kind of got our hopes up high by saying very positive stuff, so that did not help us. lol &lt;br /&gt;We have still been slowly packing though, we both feel like we will be moving sometime, just not sure when.  So we will hopefully be prepared for it, I've had several friends that have had to move rather sudden, one friend had only a week to do so (now that's crazy)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post might have shown me to be rather bitter about my sister's news, but I am happy to say that I am doing better.  I love my sister and am very happy for her, not only is she expecting a baby, but she is getting married to a wonderful man!  I am just so happy for her!!!&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this experience I have been able to grieve for my loss, I realized that I never really let myself do so.  I pretty much knew that it was going to happen and then when it did, I kept myself busy, no time for grieving.  I even pushed friends away and my husband.  I could not and would not let my family see me cry for this baby I lost, I felt like I had to be strong for them and if I cried, I would some how be failing them.  I'm not sure why I felt this way, but that's what I did, I kept it all inside.  So when I found out about my sister being pregnant, I broke!  I completely fell apart!  I then turned rather ugly and hurt my sister, I didn't mean to, but I did.  We are now on talking terms and I was able to visit with her today, I heard that she was going grocery shopping with my other sister and I told them to bring their kids here, so they did.  It was nice to see her and be able to talk to her again, it may have only been for a few days, but it seemed forever to me.&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel ok with things, so this experience, as bad as it was, was a blessing to me too.  It helped me to heal more and grieve my loss, something I really needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's our update for now.  I really should be better about posting so that I don't have such long updates huh??  lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-792616719592485730?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/792616719592485730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/04/kiddie-play.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/792616719592485730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/792616719592485730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/04/kiddie-play.html' title='Kiddie Play'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4069824759733607612</id><published>2010-04-14T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T08:51:32.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some news that turned me into a major wreck!</title><content type='html'>So I just found something out and I should be happy, but I'm not! I am so upset and angry that I am actually crying (bawling is more like it!). My little sister, who is not married and who has repeatedly said she does not want more kids, is pregnant. She just informed me via facebook and I could not respond back! It's not fair! Why her, why not me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish any ill will towards my sister, I never would. I love my sister, I really do! I'm just frustrated because of my recent miscarriage and what I wanted so bad didn't. I am obviously still not over it, I still get quite angry at times....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was last night right after I found out. I'm not angry about it anymore. I'm a little frustrated and confused , mostly numb actually, but I'm not angry. I chatted via facebook with a good friend and they suggested that I pray for peace. This is one thing that I have not prayed for, I have prayed for acceptance and I know that I have, I have from the very start. But I am not at peace with it, not at all! So that is exactly what I have been doing. My hubby came home last night from doing homework to be with me and right as he walked in, my very good friend called and chatted with me about it. I felt bad, but it was really nice to talk to her. Kendra, thank you so much for calling me back! It was probably better that you called me back and that you didn't answer when I first called, I was a major wreck! You probably wouldn't have been able to understand me at all. I can't wait to see your family, hopefully next month! I'm sorry that I cannot invite you guys to my house anymore, but Tavin's health is more important to me. If we move closer to you guys (fingers crossed) then I will have to rethink my animals.&lt;br /&gt;I have a question, is it selfish of me to request my sister to delete her post on my facebook wall or to delete it myself? She is receiving congrats from everyone else on it, and well, it hurts! That part still does, it's a little reminder of what happened. I don't want to to open up my facebook now because I know that it is there. But I'm not sure how to ask her if I do, I'm honestly thinking of calling my mom and asking her to talk to Erica, I really don't know if I can. I might break down again, just thinking of her makes me cry. I will get over this, I do know that, but I need some time here. I am still grieving, it's only been 2 months and 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged on here because I've been having some issues lately, lots of frustrations! I've been afraid that people won't like what I post if I let my true feelings out. I'm like that, always worried about what others think, so much that I bottle up and try to detach myself from the world. I wish to be away from everyone and everything, including my own family. But I know that I cannot survive that way, I NEED my family, I LOVE my family!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know that Heavenly Fathers loves me, I do. I may not see what he has in store for me and I may not understand why, but I do know that he is with me always. I know that I have not suffered much like others have, but right now, this is what's hurting me, I'm still trying to heal and I know that the best way to heal is through Heavenly Father and my saviour, Jesus Christ. Through them I can make it through this, I just need to always remember that, that is the hard part. I forget at times and then I start to lose myself, but I am so grateful to have amazing family and friends to help remind me, thank you all so very much! I love each and everyone of you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** For those that are wondering, yes, we have looked into adoption, but WOW! Were we surprised at how expensive it is! I don't know how anyone affords it. Through this experience I can really feel in some degree the pain of those that cannot have children and try to adopt and find it so expensive that they start to lose hope of having any children at all, my heart goes out to them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4069824759733607612?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4069824759733607612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-just-found-something-out-and-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4069824759733607612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4069824759733607612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-just-found-something-out-and-i.html' title='Some news that turned me into a major wreck!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-5769888361184203700</id><published>2010-03-10T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:00:14.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Talk With Cian's Tummy!  :)</title><content type='html'>So Cian has this thing about his tummy talking to him lately, the other kiddoes do it too sometimes, but Cian is a daily thing.  Today I fixed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch and I let them have some marshmallows to go with it.  Cian absolutely LOVES marshmallows, so he was excited!  He ate all his food right up and then asked for more marshmallows, I told him only 10 more (they are the little ones) and if he was still hungry he needed to eat another half of a sandwich.  This is the conversation that followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cian:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "Mr.  Tummy says he isn't hungry for more sandwich, he only wants more marshmallows, lots of marshmallows!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm sorry Cian, but I said you can only have 10 more marshmallows and another half of a sandwich if  you are still hungry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cian:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "But Mommy, Mr. Tummy says ONLY more marshmallows and lots of them ONLY!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "Well (bending down to Cian's level), Mr. Tummy, I am Mommy and I said that Cian needs to eat more sandwich if he is still hungry.  Too many marshmallows can make him sick and I don't want him sick, so please listen to me ok"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cian:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "Mr. Tummy says ok Mom.  I will eat just 10 marshmallows and no more, ok Mommy. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;"Thank you Cian, that makes me happy when you listen.  Love you!"  {wink}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cian&lt;/strong&gt;:  &lt;em&gt;{wink}  "Love you too Mommy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kids have such fun imaginations, I just love it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-5769888361184203700?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/5769888361184203700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/03/talk-with-cians-tummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5769888361184203700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5769888361184203700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/03/talk-with-cians-tummy.html' title='A Talk With Cian&apos;s Tummy!  :)'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-2287256517075367439</id><published>2010-03-04T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T12:47:09.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another update...or so.  :)</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm a slacker with this blog any more! But, it's not such a bad thing either. I have recently become more involved in my home and cleaning it better! I have never been the best house keeper, you can ask anyone from the Rexburg area, they know how ugly my house could get. But since moving to Pocatello, I wasn't quite as bad, probably because I had more people coming to my house all the time. But I still wasn't really good either. But I desired a cleaner home and started to pray about it. I prayed so that I would not only have the desire, but the motivation to do so. This took a long while before I really did, probably because I kept putting it off and putting other less important things first. But now I wake up in the morning and I want to start cleaning right away, my desire is great for a clean home and my motivation to keep it at that is greater too! I love it!!! My home has never been cleaner and on a daily basis too! I feel pride in my home and want people to make unexpected visits now, before I cringed at the very thought. The more I clean my home and keep on top of it though, I am finding less time for the computer. But that is ok, because when I do find the time and squeeze it in, I feel that I deserve this break and don't regret being on it like before.&lt;br /&gt;My husband is happier too and less stressed out. It wasn't very nice of me to have him come home and expect him to clean house, not all of it, but a good majority of it. I made excuses up all the time, but the truth was that I had no motivation, no desire, I was LAZY!!! Simple as that. I love my family and my way of showing this love is by providing them with a clean home, Chet provides us with the income. I am so happy that am able and willing to do this now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;We still don't know if we are movingand we are still hoping that Chet gets the job in Oxbow, Oregon. His boss seems to think that he has really good odds, so hopefully! The one in Boise fell through, he didn't realized that the application stated that they need one year of Espresso Machine experience. He had all the other requirements, but he was declined because of that. He wrote them back and verified that that was the reason and it was.&lt;br /&gt;Chet and I are actually going to take a trip to Oxbow this Saturday, I am so excited!!! My mom has been insisting that we take a look at what we are getting ourselves into. I told her that would be nice, but I really don't want to travel that far with the kiddoes, so she offered to take them. So we are going to have 2 days for just us!!!! I'm excited, but nervous too! What if I don't like what I see???? If Chet is offered the job, he cannot decline it. If he does, he will no longer be able to apply to any other position with the company and Chet really wants to stay with Idaho Power, they have been a really good company to work for. Chet was against the idea of taking the trip, but then I convinced him to think of it as a vocation just for the two of us. We get to go for a road trip, sleep in a motel, NO KIDS!!!! He decided that he liked the idea after all! lol :)&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I remember to take our camera and take lots of pictures and hopefully we will be getting a glimpse of our future home! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*If we move there, I am going to be looking into homeschooling, so if anyone knows anything or anyone who could help me out, that would be great!!! Thank you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ezzy--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Very excited about possibly moving. She has been a wonderful help in getting rid of stuff! We have talked to her about what might be happening and has been a really good sport about letting things go that she really doesn't need anymore. With my cleaning I have been decluttering too, down sizing everything! In Oxbow they have a home for the employees, so we are probably going to take them up on that offer at first. So I have no idea if it's a two bedroom or what, hopefully not smaller. So we are making adjustments for that, just in case. And if we don't move, then my home is just less cluttered! lol Anyhoos, back to Ezzy again. She is still very much in love with school, she is having a hard time this month because their is so many days of no school. Last week Friday was off, this week Friday again, next week Wednesday-Friday, then the following week is spring break, all week off!!! We have discovered a new blogspot, I cannot remember how, but we did. It is called a princess and her hair. It shows how to do fun things with little girls hair. So every morning we have been doing something new with her hair. Ezzy is such a little girly girl! But I have found that I really love doing her hair! It is so much fun, now if only I could learn to do my own! lol This week I learned how to make hearts with her hair, it is so fun, so if you are like me and like to do your little girls hair, you should really check this blogspot out: &lt;a href="http://www.princesshairstyles.com/"&gt;http://www.princesshairstyles.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I cannot do with her hair and wish that I could, if french braiding. I have tried several times, but my fingers get all lost and it becomes a HUGE mess. The silly thing though, I can french braid my own hair, but not hers! Crazy, I know!&lt;br /&gt;Ezra also likes to wear dresses all the time! Literally! Her pants look new still and she's had them since she started school, I have to let her dress/skirts run out before she will wear pants! We go through nylons/tights like nothing else too though. Just because she dresses like a little lady, doesn't mean she acts like one! She is the first one to go digging in the dirt to collect bugs! She likes to be just as rough and tough as the boys too! At school her best friend is a girl, but the rest of the kiddoes she hangs out with are little boys. When Christmas rolled around and I helped her make little gifts for her friends, she had one girl and 5 boys on her list.&lt;br /&gt;She is learning to keep her room organized now and I love it! I always compliment her when ever I see her putting things up in the right place and when she forgets, i give her a gentle reminder.&lt;br /&gt;She still get sad sometimes about our latest miscarriage, but she has been able to come talk to me and ask me questions about it. I'm glad that I have a relationship with her that she feels she can talk to me about anything. She never hesitates to talk, she just does it. I pray that our relationship can always be that way.&lt;br /&gt;My biggest thing with Ezzy right now is trying to get her to say "Thank you", when she is receiving a compliment. She gets them a lot and her response is, "I know". I have been working hard on this with her, that is not a very appropriate response, I want her to be polite when she gets a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;The other day I asked her if she would do me a favor and she said yes, so I asked her to please stop growing and just be my little Ezzy for a few hundred years. She just laughed at me and then told me "Whatever, I want to grow up!". That little stink, why not?! I miss how little she use to be, she is getting so darn big!!! It's sad, but yet, it is exciting too.&lt;br /&gt;Her lates thing, she has decided that I am no longer mom, mommy, or momma. I am now Mother, she has refered to me as this MOTHER for that last few days now, I really hope that it is just a short little phase she is going through and that I can become MOMMA again (sniff), I really miss that word coming from her!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Cian--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He is still my little lover boy! He still loves to be held by me and wants me to do everything for him. We clashed so much when he was younger, I feared that he would not like me so much, or even love me as well as he does now. He and I have come to much better terms, I love him so very much and wouldn't change anything about him!&lt;br /&gt;He still has some aggressive traits, but he learning to be nicer. He still is very much a leader with kids too and tries to convince them to do things his way when they try to play soemthing different. But instead of pushing/pulling them, or biting them, or hitting/kicking/pinching/slapping/ect.......he now whispers into their ears and tell them to do it that way or else. The" or elses" are not so nice though, we are now working on that. He has threatened to no be their friend, not play with them anymore, or the famous "I don't like you then!". Or he gets frustrated at them and screams! He has the loudest scream ever, so high pitched! I am proud of him though, he is not hurting the other kids like he use to. I have been trying very hard to help him be a team player, this is very exhausting work though! But will be well worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;He has decided that he loves to sing and hum, it is so cute! He makes up his own songs though, he does not want to learn any others. His songs are usually repetitive, but has a beat to it.&lt;br /&gt;He has finally decided that Iolly can be a fun person to play with, they have turned into the best of buds lately and it is so cute!!! They hold hands all the time and during rest time they like to play together now and fight me when I say no (they don't rest if I let them stay together). When they play, Cian is usually the Daddy and Iolly is the baby, no matter what they are doing. He even taught Iolly how to pretend cry, wasn't that so nice of him! :)&lt;br /&gt;I fell bad sometimes, because I don't dwell on him growing up so fast like I do with Ezzy or Iolly, but I think that's because he still wants me to do so much for him. He would prefer me to dress him, brush his teeth, put his shoes on, and even feed him (yes, he still asks me too, even though I always tell him no). I hardly ever do these things though because I think that it's important for him to do them, but once in a while I will. He asks me all the time to play with him too, he likes to involve me with everything he does, very much a momma's boy and I love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just this last few weeks he has made it through the night with no diaper on, so he graduated from that! He is so proud of himself, he is now a big boy (his words).&lt;br /&gt;He is still my story teller, he tells them all the time, so I have a hard time knowing what is real and what is not. We have talks about this, maybe one day he'll finally understand. I feel bad for not being able to believe him, but he tells stories about everything and anything, even if I saw it. But lately if I stated that I saw, he goes "Oh, I forgot!". Crazy kid, love him to death though!!!&lt;br /&gt;With our recent miscarriage he has become more attached to mommy again. He was doing good and going to people's house to stay the night, he even requested a couple of times. But now he hates the idea and cries if I say anything about staying the night somewhere. I've been trying to talk to him about this weekend, but he doesn't want to hear it. He now doesn't like Grandma or Grandpa, hoping that will stop him from staying the night there. He will probably cry when I leave him, and I will probably too, it breaks my heart to hear any of them cry, especially if it's for me. But Chet and I need sometime for us too and this is a a good opportunity that I don't want to miss out on. Yes, my heart will be aching for you baby boy, but I will be back to hold you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iolly--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He is the most independent little boy ever!!!! Growing up twice as fast as the others and I hate it!!! He is my baby, can't he stay that way longer?!?! He likes to help me out with everything now, he is my little tag along. If I'm cooking, he pulls a chair up next to me and tries to help me out. If I'm doing laundry, he has to help with that. Whenever I vacuum, he grabs his toy vacuum and waits for me to finish so that he can have a turn too. There is TWO things he does not want to help me out with and that is nap time and potty training! He refuses to nap anymore, it is a huge fight lately! But I have discovered that he cooperates better at bed time if he misses his naps, so I am debating whether or not it's worth the fight. But then there are times he misses his naps and then turns into the biggest bear later on. Not sure what to do with that yet.&lt;br /&gt;He has done pretty good with potty training, he poos every time in the toilet now, haven't had to clean a icky diaper in over 2 weeks now (YEAH!). But he refuses to wear big boy undies, he wears pull ups all the time and changes them when ever he has an accident in them. I have boughten several kinds of undies for him, but he has no interest in wearing them. I've even let him pick them out, but no luck. I just recently hid his pull ups and replaced them with undies. So when I told him to get dressed, he went to find his pull ups. He couldn't find them, so he raided the other kid bins (the kiddoes I watch have their own bins) and found a diaper and proceeded to put it on instead. I was like what! That's not yours! Put your undies on, but he told me no. We fought about it and I eventually won, but I had to bribe him, so did I really win????&lt;br /&gt;He absolutely adores his big brother Cian! He is always trying to play with him and be just like him, they are turning into such great buddies, love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;He likes to draw everyday, so I have used this for rewarding him. Funny story! I was dressing him yesterday and he points his finger at the diaper bins and says fish. When I looked at what he was pointing to, I realized that someone had drawn all over the bins. I asked him if he drew them and he said yes. He drew fish on all 6 bins! I couldn't be mad, he was so proud of what he did and just so cute!!! So I laughed and then told Chet to look at Iolly's drawings and then explained that next time he needs to use paper.&lt;br /&gt;He has some severe dry skin I am still dealing with. I have a prescription for it, but I only have a couple of days left to use it. If it's not gone, we are suppose to try something else. So far, it's still the same. He's not scratching at it though, so his sores are gone. But the dry skin in still there, it is driving me nuts. Hopefully we can get rid of it sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;He still doesn't like to watch cartoons, he would prefer to watch a mommy or daddy movie. He loves start trek, superman (no cartoon version though), spider man, Mr. Kruger's Christmas (that's on of his favorites), etc. Last night when I was doing laundry he decided to change the dvd himself and put in Far and Away and laid down and watched it. He is very smart and loves to learn new things. He know how to use the dvd player, we do not encourage it, but he still tries when ever he thinks we are not paying attention. He has recently discovered how to use our remote too, he remembers what buttons to push. He's a pretty smart little guy! His other favorite thing to do is to play on the computer! He is always getting on it and opening things up on it, sometimes I don't even know what it is that he opened. lol&lt;br /&gt;He's still my monkey/gymnast boy, he still tries to do flips in the house, but it has decreased thankfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, this was suppose to be short updates, but I guess I had a lot to say about my kiddoes! Sorry if it was bore!!! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One more thing! lol I just over heard this conversation with my kiddoes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ezzy:&lt;/span&gt; Mother, can I play with the dinosaurs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cian:&lt;/span&gt; Ezra! That is not your Mother! That is your Mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL Cian is right though! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-2287256517075367439?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/2287256517075367439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-updateor-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/2287256517075367439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/2287256517075367439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-updateor-so.html' title='Just another update...or so.  :)'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-5824685622355589641</id><published>2010-03-03T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:31:54.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Fork and Spoon Sets Recalled by Peachtree Playthings Due to Choking Hazard; Sold at Dollar Tree and Deals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/prhtml10/10148.html"&gt;Children's Fork and Spoon Sets Recalled by Peachtree Playthings Due to Choking Hazard; Sold at Dollar Tree and Deals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-5824685622355589641?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/prhtml10/10148.html' title='Children&apos;s Fork and Spoon Sets Recalled by Peachtree Playthings Due to Choking Hazard; Sold at Dollar Tree and Deals'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/5824685622355589641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/03/childrens-fork-and-spoon-sets-recalled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5824685622355589641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5824685622355589641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/03/childrens-fork-and-spoon-sets-recalled.html' title='Children&apos;s Fork and Spoon Sets Recalled by Peachtree Playthings Due to Choking Hazard; Sold at Dollar Tree and Deals'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-9047593645117816101</id><published>2010-02-21T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:44:31.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick family update</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've been on here, so I decided to do a quick family update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHET:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Still working full time reading meters, still does  school work every night for 3 hours, and being a hubby and daddy in between.  Very, very busy!!!  He is also looking else were for a job, he only has a year left with his current one.  There is possibility that we will be moving, he has placed some job applications already (Boise, Colorado, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oregon&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JAMIE:  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I say very irritable lately, but I'll let Chet get back on this one when he is done with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I'm not as bad as I think I am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Jamie thinks she is irritable, but I don't think so.  She still struggles with her recent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miscarriage&lt;/span&gt;, which is expected and normal.  It doesn't help that there is a great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; that she will not be able to have anymore children of her own, a hard hit blow to both of us.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Regardless&lt;/span&gt;, Jamie is still able to watch the kids and work around the house in amazing ability and show us all her love and support for us.    She always puts others before herself and She still makes me smile everyday and thank God that I got so luckily blessed with the best wife in the universe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We just got a new keyboard and she is going to learn to play the piano with the promise I made her in mind that I will get her a real &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acoustic&lt;/span&gt; piano when she has mastered it.  She has a need to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt; a h&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obbie&lt;/span&gt; and take some time to herself.  It is not easy for her to be stuck at home all the time, and still, hard for me to give her time alone because I want to be with her when I am at home.  But I am going to try and be better about giving her the time she needs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She has been thinking a lot about the possibility of moving, and considering the idea of homeschooling.  She likes the idea, but is worried about her ability to perform as a teacher.  I think she already is a great teacher and would be able to provide the best education our kids would find anywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am amazed at her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt; support to me and our children.  She is always there for us and I do not know what our lives would be like without her!  We are so blessed and I pray that she will feel that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt; and love from us always.  We LOVE YOU JAMIE!!!   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EZZY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  Still loves going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;.  Tomorrow she gets to celebrate her birthday (she has to do a mid one since she turns 6 just as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; starts next year, she is the youngest in her class).  So I let her decide how she wanted to decorate her cupcakes and she wanted kittens on them.  They turned out so cute!!!  I'll have to take pictures of them and put them on here.  She is still growing like a weed, she is now to past my elbows.  She isn't such a little girl anymore, I sure wish she would stop growing so fast!  It is driving me crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CIAN&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He has just discovered Star Trek Voyager and loves it!!!!  (Thanks to mom and dad)  We are so proud of him!!!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;   We are learning to get along so much better now.  He has also decided that Daddy isn't so bad anymore.  If you knew him, you would know that he is the biggest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mom ma's&lt;/span&gt; boy ever!!!  When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt; and I started violin lessons, he had to go do things with daddy.  This made them get closer to each other and now they have a very good relationship, he is now asking for Daddy to do things with him.  This is HUGE!!!  I am so happy for this change, it has made a huge difference here!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IOLLY&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He is growing up so fast, not my little baby boy anymore!!!  His independence is driving me nuts, he wants to do everything himself, EVERYTHING!!!  He drew a picture on our white board the other day and I was very sad to not have my camera in the house, it was in the van.  He drew an actual ladybug!!!  Seriously, it had a big circle with dots for the body, some lines coming out of the circle for the legs, a smaller circle scribbled in and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt; to the body for the head.  I almost got to capture it on my phone, but he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whipped&lt;/span&gt; it away before I could!  I am hoping to get him to do it again on paper, I was so impressed!!!  He loves to draw and asks to do it every day, he watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt; draw them just before it was his turn.  But he was all by himself when he was drawing, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt; was in another room and I had cleaned the board when she got off, so I know that it was him.  He could be my little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;artist&lt;/span&gt;!!!  He has developed some really dry skin lately, so bad that he scratched sores on his face.  I have been trying everything to get rid of it, but nothing seems to help.  Hopefully the doctors appointment will have some answers tomorrow.  He has also decided to potty train again, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!!!  He goes poo in the toilet all the time now, but he still has accidents with peeing sometimes.  But that's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I 'd rather clean the pee then the poo anytime, don't you agree???  Oh ya, he also loves Star Trek and loves the airplanes (spaceships) on the shows, he is always flying one now and makes all the sounds to go with it (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zoooooom&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pshew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pshew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pshew&lt;/span&gt;!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the update of our family, thanks for reading!!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-9047593645117816101?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/9047593645117816101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-quick-family-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/9047593645117816101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/9047593645117816101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-quick-family-update.html' title='Just a quick family update'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-3448362703689762843</id><published>2010-02-09T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:23:16.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was blessed today, after all the worrying and the praying about the D&amp;amp;C I did not want to have, I had my miscarriage naturally. I won't go into any details, but the OB gave me permission to do so. Everything was going smoothly and there were no signs of it going wrong like last time. I am so grateful, my Heavenly Father listened to my prayers and answered them! I was so scared of the D&amp;amp;C and I was blessed not to have one.&lt;br /&gt;I'm accepting the miscarriage, I have been praying about it for so long, it never did feel right from the very beginning. I know that I am going to have some hard days, but for the most part I feel ok with it, it just wasn't meant to be. I may never know why, but I do know that Heavenly Father has a plan for us, he will not forsaken us. It might take a while, but somehow we will have our large family. We are going to go and talk to the adoption agency through our church and see if there is anything for us there, who knows, that might just be what Heavenly Father wants us to do.&lt;br /&gt;Before I had started to spot, I had some strong feelings about adopting, but I was pregnant. I can't start an adoption while being pregnant, but the feeling was very strong. Monday morning when I was getting ready to go see the dr about my possible miscarriage, I had that strong feeling again, it just wouldn't leave me. So on my way there I talked to Chet and asked him how he felt about that, he said that we should look into it right away if we are indeed miscarrying. So that is our plan now. I am saddened about my miscarriage, but there is new hope. We more and likely will not be adopting a new baby, we both feel an older child is what we should look for. Not having a new baby is sad, I just love new borns. But the thought of bringing home another child and giving them a nice home to live in, makes me so excited! There is so many kids out there that so badly need a home, I do not care were they come from, or even if they have some sort of handicap, I will give any child a home if we were asked to. This is my new hope, I feel so strong about it happening. Maybe it won't happen soon, but it will, I have faith.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank all of my friends and family who have kept me in their thoughts and prayers, they were answered. I am fine, I have been blessed during this time of sorrow. Heavenly Father loves me and did not forget me, he was there the whole time and I love him so much for that. I love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-3448362703689762843?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/3448362703689762843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-i-was-blessed-today-after-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3448362703689762843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3448362703689762843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-i-was-blessed-today-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-1535716692064580418</id><published>2010-02-09T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:40:26.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D&amp;C IT IS   :(</title><content type='html'>Well, it looks like I'm going to have to go in and get a D&amp;amp;C done. I'm an greater pain this morning and bleeding more, nothing like last time though, thank goodness for that.&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning I broke the news to my little Ezzy, she was asking me about the baby, I could not lie to her and tell her that everything was good. So I told her the truth, she was sad or maybe mad, or perhaps both. I told her that it was ok for her to have those feelings, because Mommy was too. But we need to talk about them, not keep them inside. She then left for school. Now I wonder if I did the right thing by involving my kids with this pregnancy, should I have kept it a secret and only told the adults? But how long would that stay a secret? Isn't the truth for my kids better, or is it going to hurt them? I don't want to cause my kids pain, but at the same time, I can't protect them from everything.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared to death about going in for a D&amp;amp;C, I honestly do not remember much about the last one. Being put under is a scary thought, not to mention the IV. I hate needles!!! Everyone thinks that I am weird, I've had 3 babies and two previous miscarriages. They think that I should be use to needles by now, but I'm not, I still fear them. I hesitate with calling my doctor right now because of this fear, stupid huh!?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted things to turn out differently, but it's not. Now I have to face the facts and do what I do not want to do. I'm so scared right now and frustrated. I want to cry all the time, but I do not. My kids would see me and then they would be scared too, I cannot have that. They need to feel that everything is going to be ok and that Mommy will be seeing them soon. They need my reassurance, I need to be strong for them. I love my kids so very much!!!! I am so blessed to have what I do. I pray that everything goes well and that I will be back home tonight for my kiddoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-1535716692064580418?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1535716692064580418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/02/d-it-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1535716692064580418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1535716692064580418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/02/d-it-is.html' title='D&amp;C IT IS   :('/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-7189086622007547352</id><published>2010-02-08T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:05:12.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>So we went to the doctor about the possible miscarriage and he had me go get an ultra sound done. When they did the ultra sound, we discovered the baby to be only about 6 weeks along, not the 11 weeks we thought we were, or maybe still are. She did not detect a heart beat, but that could be just because it's barely at 6 weeks, maybe one more week it will. I was shocked by this discovery and cried in the bathroom while I was changing. We had to wait to hear from the doctor though and see what he thought. Is it actually possible that I could really be 5 weeks off? Is there a glimmer of hope in this? Am I a fool to believe so?&lt;br /&gt;When the doctor finally did call, he felt maybe we should go ahead and do the D&amp;amp;C like we had discussed earlier, we do not want a repeat of last time if we can help it. But I asked him if it was at all possible to be 5 weeks off. So together we decided to wait one more week, if there is no heart beat at the next ultra sound, we will then do the D&amp;amp;C, if I do not miscarry before hand. This has brought back some hope, but deep down I am scared. Am I just prolonging this miscarriage? Should I just go ahead with the D&amp;amp;C? I am so very confused right now!&lt;br /&gt;Is a little bit of hope, one I'm not even sure I believe, worth all this? What if because I am indeed miscarrying and it repeats like last time, but I have no one around? I have my sister next door, but what if I pass out before I can call her? There is so many what ifs, it makes me wonder if I really am making the right decision here. I need to ponder and pray about this some more tonight, maybe ask for another blessing for guidance. I just feel really lost right now.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I never felt pregnant until just this weekend? I have had no morning sickness at all, then on Friday it hit me. I've felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt; and sick all weekend, still do. Why would I feel that way if I was indeed miscarrying, usually I feel just fine when I have. I usually get sick starting around 6-7 weeks into the pregnancy, is that why I started my symptoms this weekend? I honestly don't know what to think anymore! Even a little bit of hope is better than none, right?! Or is it that false hope, could hurt more in the end?!&lt;br /&gt;Writing all this down helps me, so sorry to those of you who do not care to read this, but it does help me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-7189086622007547352?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/7189086622007547352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/02/confused.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7189086622007547352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7189086622007547352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/02/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-3578799985967920751</id><published>2010-02-08T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:57:02.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance is the hardest part---but very necessary</title><content type='html'>So, I'm  very sure that I am starting to miscarry again.  Last night was the start of it and I bawled all night long.  I asked Chet for a blessing, then before we went to bed he said a prayer with me, and then before exhaustion took over, I too said a very short, but much needed prayer from myself.  I needed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt; this and I needed the Lord with me.  I then feel right to sleep and probably had one of the best nights of sleep ever.  I woke up this morning to help &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt; get ready for school today, we will then be taking the boys to Fran's house and then be going to the doctor.  I am hoping that things do not go like last time, hopefully it can be very natural and at home.&lt;br /&gt;I so very much want a baby, but it looks like our timing is off again.  I'm not sure why this is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes I think I've done something to cause it.  I am trying to stay positive with everything, I do not want to get depressed like last time.  I couldn't go to church and face all the pregnant ladies and then all the newborns that seemed to surround me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I turned around.  I cried all the time, for a long time.  I don't want to go into despair like that, that is why as soon as I discovered I was pregnant again, I had Chet and I pray for acceptance, just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt;.  I love my Heavenly Father with all my heart, and I don't want to lose sight of that.  He is my comforter and I need him with me always.  I almost lost him last time because of my struggle, but I promised to never let that happen again.  I need my Heavenly Father in my life, I know that with all my heart!  I will update this later today.  Thank you everyone who has said a prayer for me, I know that they have helped me with this...acceptance.  Love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-3578799985967920751?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/3578799985967920751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/02/acceptance-is-hardest-part-but-very.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3578799985967920751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3578799985967920751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/02/acceptance-is-hardest-part-but-very.html' title='Acceptance is the hardest part---but very necessary'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-8878063249146539087</id><published>2010-02-04T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:24:45.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say/Do the Darnest Things!!  :)</title><content type='html'>Cian was taking a bath with Iollan this morning, so I thought it was the perfect opportunity to clean the bathroom. While I was doing that, Cian kept having his little toy, Mr. Walrus, say, "Mommy I love you and you are beautiful!!!" "Awe, thank you Mr. Walrus!" He repeated that several times and so one time I decided to do it back to Cian. "I love you too Cian and you are so handsome."&lt;br /&gt;"What?! I am? Oh, ya, I am. Thanks Mom!" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote this I realized I write a lot about Cian and the things that he says. Well, what happened to Ezzy and Iolly, don't I have anything good to write about them. Of course I do, so why don't I share them like Cian? Not sure, but here are some of them too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iolly is my little gymnast boy! He loves to run and then all of a sudden do a summersalt/flip. He will even jump of my couch and do one when he thinks he can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;His latest moves really makes me cringe. We don't have coat closet, so we bought a coat hanger rack for our front room, it is by our couch. Well, he likes to jump off our couch and swing on the bars, I'm afraid he will hurt himself one day, but so far he's been lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning he did something worth taking a picture, but do you think I had a camera around? No!!! Of course not! He had found some of Ezzy's pink leggins and put them on all by himself and did a great job actually. lol It was funny to see my little boy is pink tights though, he thought that he was pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezzy does not like to be embarrassed, it makes her sad, she is like me in that way. Tuesday night is just girls night, we do our violin lessons together and then we get to go to dinner afterwards. Well the last time we went to the dollar store too to gather stuff up to make Valentine gifts for her classmates and teachers. While we were waiting in line to check out, she was holding on to some of the stuff we were getting. She got tired of holding it and went to put it into our basket, but accidentally put it into the ladies basket that was checking out. I was like, "Oops Ezzy, wrong basket." And took them out. She was so embarrassed and hid from everyone! I think she almost started to cry too, she looked like it anyways. Everyone thought that it was funny and cute, but not her. Poor girl, I would really like to try and figure something out so that she doesn't feel so bad when she gets embarrassed. I hated that when I was a kid, I cried so easily, still do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-8878063249146539087?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/8878063249146539087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/02/kids-say-darnest-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8878063249146539087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8878063249146539087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/02/kids-say-darnest-things.html' title='Kids Say/Do the Darnest Things!!  :)'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-3455096503327281323</id><published>2010-02-01T13:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:08:23.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a 4 year old?  (Pretty funny actually)</title><content type='html'>So the other night we went to Walmart to do some shopping.  Chet and I split up so that we could be a little faster, the kids were rather cranky.  Anyways, Cian went with me and when we were done with our part I told him that we were done and that we should go look for Daddy, this is our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me-"Let's go find Daddy now Cian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cian-"I don't want to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me-"Why not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cian- "I don't like him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me-"What?!  Why don't you like Daddy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cian-"Because he is icky."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me-"He's icky, why is Daddy icky?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cian-"Because he has hair in his nose!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me-"LOL, let's go find Daddy you silly boy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to find Chet and share this new insight with him, I did not know what to say to that, funny kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-3455096503327281323?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/3455096503327281323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/02/confessions-of-4-year-old-pretty-funny.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3455096503327281323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3455096503327281323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/02/confessions-of-4-year-old-pretty-funny.html' title='Confessions of a 4 year old?  (Pretty funny actually)'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-2214407602838570727</id><published>2010-01-20T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:11:31.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graco Recalls Strollers Due to Fingertip Amputation and Laceration Hazards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/prhtml10/10115.html"&gt;Graco Recalls Strollers Due to Fingertip Amputation and Laceration Hazards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I just discovered that I can share these recalls here, so I will be for now on to share them with everyone else.  Don't you want to know about a recall?  I know I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-2214407602838570727?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/2214407602838570727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/graco-recalls-strollers-due-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/2214407602838570727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/2214407602838570727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/graco-recalls-strollers-due-to.html' title='Graco Recalls Strollers Due to Fingertip Amputation and Laceration Hazards'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-5331451772312577351</id><published>2010-01-20T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:38:15.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Laugh For The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/S1dbmdksapI/AAAAAAAAARw/TsuzeFh5kRk/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428908592150112914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/S1dbmdksapI/AAAAAAAAARw/TsuzeFh5kRk/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the bathroom cleaning and Cian comes to me and says "Mom, Iolly has the butt lotion on his face!" I'm like what? So Cian goes and brings me the petroleum jelly, "This butt lotion Mom. It's all over his face." I couldn't help but laugh at it all, ya Iolly got some, just a bit and rubbed it onto his cheeks, no big deal there. But for Cian to call it butt lotion, that is hilarious to me!!! I think he called it that cause he gets really bad, dried bottom cheeks and so I use that to help them out, make sense why he calls it that, just never heard him call it that before! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-5331451772312577351?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/5331451772312577351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-laugh-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5331451772312577351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5331451772312577351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-laugh-for-day.html' title='My Laugh For The Day'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/S1dbmdksapI/AAAAAAAAARw/TsuzeFh5kRk/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-8038442697474250428</id><published>2010-01-19T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:52:19.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read an amazing story! If you have time and would like to, please look at my blog list and read Luckyone's Filings. This is a blog that I have come to love! Anyways, todays blog made me cry and I wanted to share it too! May God bless you in all that you do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**actually here is the addresss:  &lt;a href="http://www.luckyonesfilings.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.luckyonesfilings.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-8038442697474250428?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/8038442697474250428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-read-amazing-story-if-you-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8038442697474250428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8038442697474250428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-read-amazing-story-if-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-2891498937446293415</id><published>2010-01-10T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:06:48.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I TOOK A TEST AND IT SAID YES!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited!!! We are on our way to having number four, hopefully all goes well this time. It has been a very trying experience because of our last miscarriage. I am excited and hopeful, but yet I am trying to remain realistic, it could very well happen again. So I've been praying for acceptance in Heavenly Father's will, just in case. The chances for another miscarriage is there, it is a very real thing for me, I've had 2 out of five pregnancies. The last one was so scary though, I hope that it does not happen again, not like that one anyways. I want a large family and I know that some how I will, even if that means adopting our last ones, after all, we are planning on doing so later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-2891498937446293415?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/2891498937446293415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-took-test-and-it-said-yes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/2891498937446293415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/2891498937446293415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-took-test-and-it-said-yes.html' title='I TOOK A TEST AND IT SAID YES!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-3863376597574962073</id><published>2010-01-08T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:19:11.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Negatives of a New Washer</title><content type='html'>So two days before Christmas our washer went out and we was able to buy a new one, thank you Chet! Sear was having an awesome sale, so Chet let me pick out which ever one I wanted.  I got a 4.7 top loader.  It has so many different options, it's like a new toy to me, I love it so much, it's awesome!  However, there is a HUGE negative to it. All the clean clothes I have to fold! Ugh, seriously. I am able to do huge loads now and they dry in the dryer so much faster because of my washer's spin. I really got into the washing part, not even thinking about all the laundry I was going to have to fold afterwards, I was just so excited I was able to do bigger loads!  But what a mess I have gotten myself into. lol I have clean clothes covering my entire couch now and someone has to fold it, and that someone is me, but I don't want too! I hate folding clothes, that is the worst part about laundry.&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that all the kids have gone to sleep, so I guess I now have time to fold some clothes without any extra help, I still don't want to, but I will......... eventually.  :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-3863376597574962073?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/3863376597574962073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/negatives-of-new-washer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3863376597574962073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3863376597574962073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/negatives-of-new-washer.html' title='The Negatives of a New Washer'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-7727489089290960800</id><published>2010-01-07T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:56:49.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violin Lessons, Here We Come!</title><content type='html'>Ezzy has been wanting to learn to play the violin for a long time, I was hesitant to look into it cause I thought that it was going to be way expensive. We were originally going to do it for her birthday, but that month seemed to go by so fast and it's almost like Christmas to us too. We have 7 birthdays for that month, plus our anniversary. I felt really bad about it cause we did talk to Ezzy about doing it, then it didn't happen. So when Christmas was coming up we decided to do it for sure and once we looked into it, we realized that it really wasn't that costly, what a relief. When I brought the violin up with Ezzy again, she changed her mind and didn't want to do it any more. I couldn't blame her though, we let her down I think. I hope that we never do that again, I felt horrible! Anyways, we had already gotten the violin for her and hoped that once she opened it for Christmas she would change her mind. Then Chet decided to do something else too, he went down and got me one for my birthday. I've never really wanted to play the violin, I've dreamed of playing the piano. But I think that it would be fun to learn with Ezzy, maybe I'll really like it, who knows. When Ezzy saw me get a violin, she was interested again. So we are now both excited to be starting our lessons, which start next Tuesday, yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-7727489089290960800?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/7727489089290960800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/violin-lessons-here-we-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7727489089290960800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7727489089290960800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/violin-lessons-here-we-come.html' title='Violin Lessons, Here We Come!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-1376184876663382552</id><published>2010-01-06T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:59:52.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cian, My Story Teller! :)</title><content type='html'>Cian is always coming up with crazy things to say, he's big into telling tall tales. So sometimes it is hard to believe him. Tonight as Chet was tucking him into bed he told Chet that early today he swallowed a small, blue dinosaur and it hurt his throat really bad. He was so serious about it! So Chet came and told me what Cian said before he left to go do his homework, I was like, no way, what do I do about that, just wait and see what happens? Why didn't he tell me, I think he would have cried or even choked on it if that really happened, my mind was racing. So Chet left and I went in and talked with Cian. I told him that Daddy said he swallowed a dinosaur, his response was, "Ya I did, it was little and blue, it hurt my throat so bad mom. To-later (later/tomorrow) the doctor got it out by going like this." and pushes on his tummy. "The doctor fixed me, I am all better now." lol&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled at him, told him that I'm glad the dr was able to fix him and that next time he shouldn't put any toys in his mouth cause that could really hurt him. I then called Chet and told him what happened, he was so relieved that it was just a tall tale.&lt;br /&gt;What will we ever do with him? He keeps things interesting, that's for sure! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-1376184876663382552?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1376184876663382552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/cian-my-story-teller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1376184876663382552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1376184876663382552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/cian-my-story-teller.html' title='Cian, My Story Teller! :)'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4526071992439974275</id><published>2010-01-02T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:09:43.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Party!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Chet and I decided to have a slumber party with a bunch of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt; for our New Years Party. We actually had other plans, but they fell through. I then heard that 2 of my sisters had their baby-sitter cancel on them, so we decided to throw a party for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt; and what fun that was! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Everyone came at 6, so we fixed mini cheese burgers to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; delight! After dinner, and a quick clean up, the games began. We had them put on their party hats and played a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;variety&lt;/span&gt; of short games, I really had to rack my brain for these cause the planning of it all was really last minute (I called my sisters the night before and that very day). But the kids seemed to really enjoy all of them. Then at 9:30 we decided to let them dance to music and got them prepared to do the countdown at 10, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; we cheated with them! They were so ready for it though, some of the younger ones were getting cranky. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt; it was 10 and we did the final count down, the kids had a blast with it, then I realized that I forgot to let them pull there poppers (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I really have no clue what these are called, they are in the celebration packets and you pull the string and they pop out streamers). So I video taped Chet helping the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt; out one at a time and they redecorated our tree with streamers, it was so fun to watch their reactions to it all! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt; has never liked those, so she got to throw streamers onto the tree. I took tons of pics and even video taped some of it. I asked each of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt; what they wanted for the new years and they gave some rather &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; answers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Neakis&lt;/span&gt; (7) a four wheeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ezra (5) smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amayah&lt;/span&gt; (5) to have a happy family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Skylar (4) a head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; (4) an eye (as he poked his eye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gabby (2) to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iolly&lt;/span&gt; (2) too shy to talk :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Max (2) too tired to talk :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;All and all it was a great night! The kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; had a lot of fun and partied hard, cause once they were in bed they were pretty much out!!! Then Chet and I got to enjoy ourselves with a game of our own (I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scattigories&lt;/span&gt;), made it to midnight and went right to bed! We were exhausted! And then to our surprise, we were woken up at 9 am, seriously 9 am!!! How the heck did we get so lucky with sleeping in with 8 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddoes&lt;/span&gt; in the house, unbelievable! We fixed a huge breakfast and then got everyone ready to go home. The kids keep asking to party again, so now I'm going to have to come up with another sleep over night, it really was fun, so I don't mind. Hopefully Chet feels the same, he was a great sport with it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD BYE 2009, HELLO 2010!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Pictures will be coming soon, just need to figure our my new camera first!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4526071992439974275?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4526071992439974275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-party.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4526071992439974275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4526071992439974275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-party.html' title='New Years Party!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-296600202249717541</id><published>2009-12-27T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:46:28.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Christ is the ONLY Reason!</title><content type='html'>So I have been struggling lately with wanting to go to church.  It's not because I don't want to be there or because of my belief wavering or anything like that.  I have a scalp problem which I am on prescriptions medicine for.  Because of my condition I am losing some hair and the medicine is extremely oily and I have to put it on 4 times a day.  So if I need to go out anywhere I have to wear a scarf or bandanna.  This is embarrassing for me because I am very self conscious of how I look.&lt;br /&gt;I had decided to not go to church until I was all done with this, I am sure my Heavenly Father would be ok with it, he is understanding.  But when I was telling my sister about my decision, she told me not to let this stop me from doing the things that I love.  I pondered that for quite a while. &lt;br /&gt;I do not go to church because of the other people.  I go to church because I love my savior!  I go to church to learn about him and to learn to be more like him.  I love my saviour with all my heart, he is the reason I go.  &lt;br /&gt;I know that Heavenly Father loves me and I know that he won't give me anything I can't handle.  It's up to me how I take it, I can either get depressed and lock myself up so no can see me and possibly become an ugly person from this (on the inside) or I can better myself from it.  Maybe it'll help me learn to not be so self conscious of other people and do things for me, not them.  I went to church today with that perspective in mind, to go for myself and what a rewarding experience I had!  Our lesson was actually about that too, so wonderful for me to hear, I loved it!!!  I need to always remember to do things for my saviour and Heavenly Father, not for my own selfish desires or others.&lt;br /&gt;I just want everyone to know that I love my Heavenly Father and my Saviour!  I know that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is the true church here on earth today.  I know that families can be together forever and I love that!  I always want to be with my family, that is such a comforting thing to know that I can.  Our Heavenly Father loves us so much and wants us all to be with him again and can't wait to have us with him.  Because of our saviour, Jesus Christ, we can return to him!  He has pathed the path to help us get there, but it's up to us wither or not we will.  He is my light in dark times, he has never forsaken me, I love him for that! &lt;br /&gt;I leave this with you in the name of thy son, Jesus Christ.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Christmas morning when I arrived at my sisters house, my mom, all my sisters, and my niece were wearing bandannas too!  They showed me just how much they loved me by doing this, I love them so much for that!  Thanks to my Heavenly Father I have a very loving and wonderful family who stands by me.  They mean so much to me, I just love them!!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-296600202249717541?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/296600202249717541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-love-of-christ-is-only-reason.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/296600202249717541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/296600202249717541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-love-of-christ-is-only-reason.html' title='For the Love of Christ is the ONLY Reason!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-5022572093268709712</id><published>2009-12-21T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:04:44.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Just got done editing our most recent pictures and want to share them with you.  Hope you enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SzBg4GmzNGI/AAAAAAAAARc/Qhtfz_Wq7XY/s1600-h/cian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417936868688999522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SzBg4GmzNGI/AAAAAAAAARc/Qhtfz_Wq7XY/s320/cian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SzBg3xp7cmI/AAAAAAAAARU/qiLRd1RecFY/s1600-h/ezra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417936863064978018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SzBg3xp7cmI/AAAAAAAAARU/qiLRd1RecFY/s320/ezra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SzBg3S53JNI/AAAAAAAAARM/rFR1d5RKQ9Y/s1600-h/iollan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417936854810305746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SzBg3S53JNI/AAAAAAAAARM/rFR1d5RKQ9Y/s320/iollan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SzBg3IFetXI/AAAAAAAAARE/TxsSoPcDT_Y/s1600-h/parrys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417936851906246002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SzBg3IFetXI/AAAAAAAAARE/TxsSoPcDT_Y/s320/parrys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-5022572093268709712?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/5022572093268709712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-got-done-editing-our-most-recent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5022572093268709712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5022572093268709712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-got-done-editing-our-most-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SzBg4GmzNGI/AAAAAAAAARc/Qhtfz_Wq7XY/s72-c/cian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-3049593199379866984</id><published>2009-12-21T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:47:53.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes Santa!</title><content type='html'>*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, as my little Ezzy keeps reminding me, is only 4 days away!  Were did the time go?  It seems like after Thanksgiving time just fast forwards to Christmas, not enough time to do everything you want to do.  I am terrible when it comes to being organized with getting everything I want done.  Like Christmas cards for example, I get them started every year, but I rarely ever finish them.  But I did this year, they will be sent out tomorrow.  Really late, I know, but it's the thought that counts and trying right!  I hope everyone agrees with that, or I am in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when Ezzy wakes up she has to take a chain off of her chain link for the Christmas count down, then she changes the number on our block one.  She is so excited for Christmas and so are the boys.  They keep talking about Santa and what he'll maybe get them.  At the doctors today Cian informed the dr that he wants 2 transformers from Santa, I told him that he asked Santa for only one.  He then said that "I changed my mind and Santa WILL bring me 2!"  The dr just looked at me and started laughing, uh oh, what am I going to do now, I know Santa will only be bringing one for him.  But that's ok, I'll just tell him that another little boy needed one too, it's not fair to have more than your share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our first year to actually be good with money and get kids nice gifts.  But we just realized that we kind of went a little over board.  I really get into the giving spirit and that wasn't so good this year.  I don't want my kids to get a lot for Christmas and expect that every year.  So next year we will be paying more attention to that.  We only do three presents from Santa, but have never had to put a limit from Dad and Mom, but starting next year we will be.  But we need to figure that one out now, so any suggestions would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year we like to go pick out Christmas Angels, as we call them and let the kids help us choose gifts for them.  This year however my sister was in need and we were able to help her family out.  That was so fun to do!  This year for Christmas I am making my family a Angel Jar to put extra money into through out the year.  I am hoping that the kids will get involved with putting money in it and learn that giving is so much better than receiving.  Next year I am hoping to be able to help three kids and then 3 seniors, that will be our goal.   Who knows, maybe with the money jar we could do more, that would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we have discovered that Cian LOVES Santa!  He ran right up to him both times that we've seen him.  He even snuck a second turn at our ward party, not shy at all!  Iollan was falling right behind his big brother, I don't think he really knew what was going on, but he was right there with his big brother!  Ezzy on the other hand was shy and very reluctant to see him.  It's so funny though because she is always talking about Santa and waves wildly at him, but when she gets to go see him, she gets shy and wants to hide instead.  She did that both times we saw him.  The first time she stood and talked to him from a safe distance.  The second time she waited in a long line with all the other kids and then when it was finally her turn, she left and came to me instead.  I was able to walk with her, reluctantly, and got her to stand by him for a picture, but I has to stay with her the whole time she said.  Cian then ran up and sat on Santa's lap again to get his picture with Santa too!  So someone fetched Iolly and we had an incomplete family picture with Santa, Dad was left out cause he was taking pictures too.&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/6788311016678526744-3049593199379866984?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/3049593199379866984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-comes-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3049593199379866984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3049593199379866984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-comes-santa.html' title='Here Comes Santa!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-8613175111182363076</id><published>2009-12-16T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:15:11.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidental Crazy Kids!!!</title><content type='html'>My kids are accidents waiting to happen tonight!  I was at my sister's house making cookies with her and Cian decided to try and be silly on a chair and fell off.  He fell hard and right onto her metal heater, he cried so hard and had some instant bruising on his elbow with a hard lump that formed and it is bright red still (this happened like 30-40 minutes ago too).  Poor kid.  And then on our way out Ezzy was goofing off with her cousin and smacked the back of her hand right onto the corner of a cabinet.  So she now has three scratch marks on her hand from that, she was a bawling as we walked home.  Then right after we took our coats off and I was getting settled in to check my e-mail and stuff, Ezzy decided to run in the hallway (a big no-no in the house) and tripped on her own feet and crashed right into the wall.  The side of her face is scraped up and she injured her ear too.  This has all happened within the last 45 minutes now, so hopefully there will be no more for the night, crossing my fingers now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-8613175111182363076?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/8613175111182363076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/accidental-crazy-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8613175111182363076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8613175111182363076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/accidental-crazy-kids.html' title='Accidental Crazy Kids!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-877123776811394652</id><published>2009-12-09T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:46:33.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I decided to treat my family to a nice dinner, so we went to the Texas Road House. I love that place! The prices are not that bad, you get great food, the hostess and waitresses/waiters are all so full of energy and so helpful. We always have a great experience there and the kids love it too. Their favorite part is when the waitresses line up to dance. The kids always stand up in their seats and joins along, it is so cute! If we would let him, I'm sure &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iollan&lt;/span&gt; would be right there with the dancers and dancing with them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; danced too, but I was kind of concerned about his dancing methods! He was trying too hard to dance like the girls, it was funny though! He had his little hands on his hips and shaking his hips just like them, I wish I had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vidoe&lt;/span&gt; camera on me. So hopefully the next time we go I will have one and then I can share it with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, another cute thing that happened. Just as we got seated and our waitress came to get us drinks, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; informed her that he was a boy! He just smiled at her and said, "I am a boy." It was so funny, we laughed a good while, just out of the blue and for know apparent reason, just to make sure she knew that I guess. I just love my little boy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-877123776811394652?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/877123776811394652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-night-i-decided-to-treat-my-family.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/877123776811394652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/877123776811394652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-night-i-decided-to-treat-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4019821026308565629</id><published>2009-12-03T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:41:06.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Good Laugh!</title><content type='html'>On the way home tonight Cian asked us were the sun was and Chet told him, on the other side of the earth.  Cian replied: "Oh, on the otherside by the volcano! Ok"  haha&lt;br /&gt;Not sure were he came up with that one, but we agreed with him.  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4019821026308565629?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4019821026308565629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-good-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4019821026308565629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4019821026308565629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-good-laugh.html' title='Another Good Laugh!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-6735378971898404590</id><published>2009-12-02T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:51:12.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Superman, Cian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SxdRf7FKmQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9y56avwujLo/s1600-h/Christmas_wallpaper_frostedSframe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410883086186092802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SxdRf7FKmQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9y56avwujLo/s200/Christmas_wallpaper_frostedSframe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I thought that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; had broken his toe, but thankfully he did not. I'm not exactly sure what happened, I was in the bathroom with my little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iolly&lt;/span&gt; cleaning him up from dessert and I heard a little crash. I guess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; decided to carry our wooden stool into the kitchen and dropped it or something. I looked at his foot cause that's what he said hurt and then lectured him when I saw that his foot was fine. Right after I lectured him I looked at his foot again and noticed his toe was swollen! It was 3 times it's size and purple! It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; deformed and I was freaked out about it. I knew that taking him to the ER would only cost me $$ and do absolutely nothing for him, so I didn't take him in. I had him lay down and gave him some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tylenol&lt;/span&gt; for the pain. He cried for only 5 minutes, that's it! I know that I would have been crying and in pain for a lot longer than that! But not my little superman, he is tough! After about 15 minutes of laying there he got up and was playing again. He didn't seemed phased by it at all, crazy kid! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he woke up I looked at it again and it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;looked&lt;/span&gt; so much better! The swelling had gone down and the bruising wasn't as bad. It still looks a little deformed, but I think that it's just from the swelling. He has not complained about it once today, such a tough kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-6735378971898404590?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/6735378971898404590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-little-superman-cian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/6735378971898404590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/6735378971898404590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-little-superman-cian.html' title='My Little Superman, Cian!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SxdRf7FKmQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9y56avwujLo/s72-c/Christmas_wallpaper_frostedSframe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-1675033338769948155</id><published>2009-12-02T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:35:40.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ezzy's 1st report card!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got Ezzy's first report card today and it was AWESOME! I am so very proud of her! She is the youngest in her class and is doing great! I was worried about putting her in so young, I was told to wait or that she will have to repeat it again. But I felt like she needed to go and that she was ready. I am glad that I did now, she is having a blast and is even a little ahead in some areas! Every day when she gets home she is asking to do homework and gets mad if she is unable to cause we are too busy that day. She has one area that she needs to work a little harder on and that is rhyming, so we'll be working more on that now. I just love that she loves school, everyone keeps telling me that it is just a phase and that she'll soon grow out of it. But I really hope not, I loved school and so did Chet, so hopefully she will continue to have a positive attitude for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD JOB EZZY, I AM SO PROUD OF YOU AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-1675033338769948155?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1675033338769948155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/ezzys-1st-report-card.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1675033338769948155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1675033338769948155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/ezzys-1st-report-card.html' title='Ezzy&apos;s 1st report card!!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-5051075260255647045</id><published>2009-12-01T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:13:00.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Blog Laugh!  hahahahaha..................</title><content type='html'>This part isn't so funny, but it's part of the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; was injured tonight, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; broken a toe, so I gave him some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt; to help out with the pain.  So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iolly&lt;/span&gt; decided that he wanted some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;medicine&lt;/span&gt; and hit his head so that he had an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;owie &lt;/span&gt;too.  But I told him no, I'm not giving him medicine for nothing, silly kid!&lt;br /&gt;While putting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt; to bed she needed some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt; cause she has a bad canker sore she's been dealing with.  So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iolly&lt;/span&gt; again wanted some medicine, this time he cried and said that his mouth hurt too. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave him some vitamins since I forgot to give them earlier and thought that he would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that.  He then wanted to finish his dinner, so we let him have it and he bit his tongue!  He started crying, so I looked at it.  It was bleeding a bit, and I asked him if he was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  His &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;response&lt;/span&gt;; "medicine!"  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-5051075260255647045?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/5051075260255647045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-blog-laugh-hahahahaha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5051075260255647045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5051075260255647045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-blog-laugh-hahahahaha.html' title='A Quick Blog Laugh!  hahahahaha..................'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-2304119300723418752</id><published>2009-11-20T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:43:52.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE SPIDERS!!!  Aaarrrggghhhh...........help me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have no idea why, but I really hate spiders!  I haven't always been this way though, ask any of my sisters and they'll agree.  I used to catch spiders in the house and then release them outside. I used them for targets in our old shed with my wrest rocket (those are so cool by the way).  One of my favorite movies was arachnophobia, I watched that show all the time, just loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I am really baffled as to why I hate them so much now.  Seriously when I see one, I get sick to my stomach, especially if Chet is not home because I know that I have to take care of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then I usually make some sort of scene and the kids get curious and of course ask what's going on.  Oh, boy, how embarrassing to tell them it's a spider Mommy or Auntie Jamie is freaking out about.  I don't want them to have fears because of me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So what made me decide that I wanted to write about them?  I had to get rid of one just a little while ago!  I was cooking lunch and for some reason I decided to look up, and what did I see?   A huge black jumping spider looking at me!!!   Ok, it probably wasn't looking at me.  But it was right above me and my food, no Chet around to save me either!  The kids are playing, minding their own business, so I decided that I needed to take some immediate action, hoping not to get their attention of my foolishness.  So I took my food to the table, it was done cooking thank goodness and watched that icky spider to see witch way it was going to go.  I realized that I had some awesome bug spray, so I grabbed it and went in for the kill!  It was on the ceiling and I saw it drop onto the shelf of my cabinets, I figured, oh ya, it's gone!  Chet can clean it up when he gets home.  So I was getting ready to dish up the food and looked again (I always look like 100 times to make sure that those scary spiders are really gone), but to my horror I saw it again!  It was crawling on the side of my cabinet this time.  So I grabbed my bug spray again and went in for the kill a second time!  Well, I should have seen this coming, but I didn't, it decided to drop.  You know, the whole spread their legs as far as they can to make themselves look bigger and badder and I'm going to get you thing, ya it did that and I screamed,  jumped back off of the chair I was standing on and ran into my dog which scared us both cause I almost fell down.    Then it landed on the counter right next to my drink (yuck) and tried to crawl away.  But I wasn't going to let it get away, no way, not this time!  So I grabbed a wad of tissues and smashed it, then I threw it into the trash, but just to make sure I really did kill it, I sprayed it again, and just one more time for self comfort.    Then I realized that I did get the kids attention and they wanted to know what was going on?  How silly I must have been over a silly spider that I am so much bigger than.  I told them that it was a silly spider and Mommy/Auntie Jamie was a silly head for being so noisy to get rid of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So my friends, how do you handle spiders?  Anyone have any insight onto why I might have this crazy fear of spiders, anyone?  I think that I might really need some help.  They make me so sick to think about and if I have a nightmare, spiders are always in them!  If I think that a spider is going to be somewhere, I have Chet check it out first!  I am scared of my bathroom and it's so silly!  When my parents lived in this trailer I ran into a couple of spiders in it, but since we've lived in it, I've seen none.  But I still remember exactly were I saw them and am afraid they'll be there again, crazy huh!  I will even try to avoid areas for as long as I can if I recently killed a spider there or Chet did.  I can spot one anywhere, even if it blends in with something, I can spot it out in a heart beat, Chet just laughs at me and tells me I'm crazy, he's probably right too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you think, am I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-2304119300723418752?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/2304119300723418752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-spiders-aaarrrggghhhhhelp-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/2304119300723418752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/2304119300723418752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-spiders-aaarrrggghhhhhelp-me.html' title='I HATE SPIDERS!!!  Aaarrrggghhhh...........help me!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4515624977534923628</id><published>2009-11-18T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:47:07.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Winner Is:</title><content type='html'>This is really late, but I thought that some of you would like to know if we won any of the pet constests we entered.  YES!  We did!  Infact we won a place at both stores!  When we got the calls, we were very surprised by both of the winners.  I thought for sure that Beth would have one at least one of them, but she did not, not one!  Crazy huh?  Everyone I talked to told me that they thought that she would win cause they loved her costume, but that's not what happened.  Then I was hoping that Sharcha the Ice Cream Cone might have a better chance than the rest, but maybe that was because she was my personal favorite, but she didn't win either.  Ok, I guess I really should be telling who DID win istead of who DIDN'T! &lt;br /&gt;And the winners are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First place for the McKees in Pocatello was........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;TIM THE BAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And third place for the McKees in Chubbuck was.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OLIVIA THE GARDEN FAIRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First place prize was $25 gift card and third place won us a $10 card as well.  Not too shabby huh?  That was soooo fun, I can't wait till next year to do it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4515624977534923628?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4515624977534923628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-winner-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4515624977534923628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4515624977534923628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-winner-is.html' title='And The Winner Is:'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4447602324799541972</id><published>2009-11-01T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:14:10.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parry's Halloween 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Su54eX_nC-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/W4M0Dy2AVgc/s1600-h/2009-11-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Su54eX_nC-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/W4M0Dy2AVgc/s400/2009-11-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399385466496027618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Su54d7VmYfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lX6xM5XSdD4/s1600-h/hallowanimal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Su54d7VmYfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lX6xM5XSdD4/s400/hallowanimal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399385458803630578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween Everyone!&lt;div&gt;We are late with these, as usual, but I finally got them on here! The family pics were done today, I realized that we didn't take any as planned, what a crazy day yesterday was! The only difference is that we didn't color our hair today, didn't want to miss with that again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to a total of 3 Halloween parties this year, the kids had a blast at each one, well Ezzy and Cian did. Iolly has been sick all week with a nasty cold, so he only wen out last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hung out with Erica and her two boys (the transformers) for most of the day. We took the kids to Pizza Hut for dinner and they loved that. Later Chet and Erica took the kids trick or treating, I stayed at my mom's with Iolly since he still wasn't feeling too well, poor kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the day we dressed up all our animals and took pictures for the local pet contest. I am so proud of the costumes, I made them all! It took a lot of time for them, but it was worth it in the end. Hopefully we can win, last year we won second place with our beloved white rat, SnowWhite. I just love creating costumes, they are so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made all the warlock costumes for my boys this year, but I did cheat with mine and Ezzy's though. I had boughten her witch one last year, it was too big and I didn't think that I was really going to use it. But while on ebay I came across the same exact one but in my size, I bought it and we got to wear the same exact dress! She was so excited, as was I, 2 less costumes for me to make! lol Then I found the identical witches hat at Good Wills, so that was nice too! We all had orange hair for the night, the kids thought that was so cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were pretty much done with our outing, Ezzy decided to inform me of some great news! Christmas is coming soon Mom! Yikes, she shouldn't know that yet, should she? Then Cian piped in and stated that Santa will be bringing them presents! Who tells them this stuff? I know that I haven't, I've been trying to keep that one quiet till a wee bit later, oh well, too late now! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4447602324799541972?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4447602324799541972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/11/parrys-halloween-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4447602324799541972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4447602324799541972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/11/parrys-halloween-2009.html' title='Parry&apos;s Halloween 2009!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Su54eX_nC-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/W4M0Dy2AVgc/s72-c/2009-11-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-5742676315918147866</id><published>2009-10-19T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:57:08.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last posted.  Here's a list of things that has happened since;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Chet applied and got accepted into an online college, he will be starting November 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Iollan&lt;/span&gt; has turned into a mischievous monster all of a sudden, he is into everything times 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; has clogged my toilet twice in one week, didn't know who did it the first time but was &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;caught red handed the second time.  He decided that he could use a whole NEW package of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wipes in the toilet, what a mess that was.  My parents have decided to let us keep the snake &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in our house till they need it since obviously we're the ones in need of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are dressing up for Halloween as a family this year.  We are being witches and &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;warlocks.  We found a cute little dress for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt;, then while on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; I found the same exact &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one in my size, so my wonderful husband let me buy it!  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt; and I will look alike and &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Chet and the boys will look a like too, I'm making their costumes.  I'm so excited for this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm planning a Halloween party with a good friend of mine.  We are having it at her house, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;what fun stuff we have planned out for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our local pet shop has a Pet Costume Contest, we are still trying ti figure out what to dress &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all our animals as.  Last year our white rat won 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place, so we are hoping to win one of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the 3 places again this year.  I'm having trouble coming up with ideas for all of our pets so &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;if you have any suggestions, please let me know!  We have our dog Beth, 3 cats (Fat Elmo, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sneezy&lt;/span&gt; Tim, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sarafina&lt;/span&gt;), then we have our two chinchillas (Sorcha and Olivia).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our lovely dog, Beth, chewed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cian's&lt;/span&gt; new snow boots.  We just bought them from the DI &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for $4, but they looked new.  These boots cost $30 in stores, so I was so excited!  He wore &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;them one day and then left them by Beth's bed (crate) when we left the house, so she was &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;able to chew on them and obliterated it!  Nothing was left but the sole of the boot!  Now &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we need to get him another pair, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;oye&lt;/span&gt;!  Hopefully we can find another hardly used pair from &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the DI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Iollan&lt;/span&gt; has decided that he LOVES Jurassic Par and Spider man.  He's always wanting to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;watch them.  He also thinks that he can change the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dvds&lt;/span&gt; himself, something we are trying &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;very hard to break.  He thinks that he is big enough to do anything!  When we get into the &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;car and we don't get him seat belted first, he immediately gets into the drivers seat, locks &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the doors and tries to drive!  We really have to watch him, he has locked me out a good few &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;times, only once with the keys in it, but lucky for me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt; was there too and she was &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;able &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to unlock the doors for me.  He is getting so big, so fast.  I thought that since he was my &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;baby, it would last longer.  But he has shown me otherwise!  He has learned to do &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everything at a faster pace than the other two ever did.  He talks a lot, ALWAYS copying &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everyone!  He is the most independent little boy ever, he just wants to be like all the other &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;big kids.  When I am watching Mallorie (the 10 month old) he wants to hold her, tries to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;feed her, and is always giving her toys to play with.  He's going to be such a great big &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;brother when his time comes!  I love him with all my heart, he is my little joy!  He is my &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;proof that not all little boys are monsters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;!  Even though now, I think he is turning into &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Even with watching so many kids and having a little baby in the house to watch (she's 10 &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;months), I am still wanting to have another baby!  I can't wait till the day comes to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;announce to every one that I am.  I'm scared of things repeating like last time, but I also &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have faith that I will indeed be blessed with another little one.  It might take me a couple of&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;rounds, but I will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I recently lost my phone and Chet was so awesome to dig through the garbage for it!  It had &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;been lost for almost a week and we decided that we should look in the garbage last night &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;since today is garbage day.  Well, it was there!  Chet wants to have it surgically attached to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me, I told him no way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We have decided to get rid of our dish network.  I'm tired of the kids yelling at me to look &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; because they want what is on it.  They want everything that they can see, no &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wonder Christmas is so commercialized!  I also hate all the diet commercials that is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;anymore, pretty much every other commercial, no wonder women have a self image issue &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the world says you need to be thin in order to be pretty!  And then some of the commercial &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;should be rated R too!  We have a family package and it's suppose to be family oriented, I &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;don't even want to know what's on the other packages!  Chet and I only watch the food &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;network channel, so that will be missed dearly.  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; is not important to us, I'd rather &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;find some other thing to do with my family then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.  The kids might miss it for a bit, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we've recorded their favorite programs on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dvr&lt;/span&gt;, but we have collected movies for a &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;while, so that should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I know on thing for sure though, I will not be missing it at all! &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; No more "Mommy, mommy!  I want that!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My 4 year old thinks that everyday is his birthday and that everyone needs to get him &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;something!  We'll be at the store and he'll point at someone and say, "they buy me &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;something for my birthday?"  Ha, what a silly little boy I got!  He's the worst one with the &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;above paragraph.  He will get mad if I don't pay attention to him and yesterday he was &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; in his sister's room, cam and grabbed my hand and told me to come her.  I &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;asked why, he wouldn't say just kept saying "come here, I need you!"  So I went with him &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and guess what he wanted, to show me what was on the commercial that he wants to have! &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; I was not impressed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so I did laugh about it when I told Chet what he wanted, but that's &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; is getting really good with his vocabulary and sentencing.  I love hearing him say &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Actually, he says it so well, it's cute!  He talks better than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt; does, she has a bit of a &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;speech problem.  He's very creative with his speech too though, I just love listening to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;him talk.  He's also the leader of the kids in their play I've noticed.  Lately he has been &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;teaching them his favorite saying "Oh, I forgot!"  The other day I heard him tell Skylar, his &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cousin, "I'm going to say, go to bed and when I leave you say Oh, I forgot!  Like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;."  It &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;makes me laugh every time I think about that.  He's going to be a leader in something &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when he grows up, I can already see it, he has away with getting the other kids to play his way, not necessarily a goo thing though.  He has and will forever be my monster boy, I love &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;him very dearly!  He is a big mommas boy and I am so happy that he is, we clash so much! &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But I love him and wouldn't trade him for anything!  He teaches me so much, love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my little monster boy!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had a my first parent teacher's conference this month and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt; is doing great!  She is right &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;were she needs to be with the other kids in her class!  I was nervous about her cause she is &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the youngest in her class.  She loves to do homework and wants to do it everyday!  Last &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;week I taught her to spell Hi and she now does it all by herself.  This week she is learning &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The and Of and continuing Hi.  She is a fast learner, she impresses me every day.  She's also &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my big help when she is at home, she likes to read stories to the other kids, it is so cute!  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She loves to help out with the baby too!  Sometimes a little too much though, she thinks &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that she should carry her around, so I have to watch for that.  She is just getting so big, I still &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;can't believe it!  Lately she likes to be like Mom, she's always comparing what we are &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wearing or how we do our hair.  She recently cut her hair to be like mommy, so we now &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have the same hair cut!  She also loves that we both have the same big brown eyes.  I love &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her so much, I can't imagine life with out her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Chet is amazing!  He's always helping me out!  Sometimes I fall behind with cleaning &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because I've had a bad day with kids, feeling icky, or because my schedule was very busy.  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But he always helps me out with out complaining!  Today he is going to be making a &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;computer desk for our room, he's so excited to do this.  He loves working with wood and &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;making things.  I love that he doesn't mind me watching all the other kids, he even helps &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me out when I need it!  He will sometimes watch the kids so that I can go out and do &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;something or just take a break if I need it (watching kids from 7am-8:30pm can become &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;very long days!).  He has an awesome calling, 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; councilor in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;EQ&lt;/span&gt; and has become busy &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with that.  He's learning to be more organized because of it though and I love that!  And in &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;November he gets to start school again, he's excited about it, sometimes I am too!  He's &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;always willing to help out with family too.  He helped my dad rebuild a new storage closet, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he's helped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;reroof&lt;/span&gt; my grandpa's workshop, he just got done helping his dad putting a new &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;shed together, he helped put a large kennel together in the rain for my parents when their &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dogs decided they could jumped their fence and escape all the time, he's just busy &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;helping everyone out.  I love that about him, I know that my family sees him as reliable!  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He's always the first person they call when they need help.  I love my husband very much, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm so happy that he picked me to be his wife and the mother of our children, I am so &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;blessed to have him!  Thank you Chet for all that you do, I love you with all my heart!!!  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For Always and For Ever!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-5742676315918147866?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/5742676315918147866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5742676315918147866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5742676315918147866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-963322801166725726</id><published>2009-10-05T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:14:44.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cian is 4!!!!   YEAH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Sso3ObqbYfI/AAAAAAAAANY/3VvoxO3_8Jg/s1600-h/IMG_1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Sso3ObqbYfI/AAAAAAAAANY/3VvoxO3_8Jg/s200/IMG_1944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389180625185628658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CIAN!!!  WE LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, actually this should have been posted yesterday, but oh well at least I'm doing it now right! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cian is officially 4 now and he is so happy!  That's what he keeps telling me "I am so happy I am to be 4 Mommy!"  What a cutie he is!  I just love my little monster and that's exactly what he is too!  I wouldn't trade him for the world though, even though there are LOTS of times we clash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I had Cian, I thought that I had patience, but he has taught me that I still had/have a lot to work on.  This is so sad, but true,  but when I found out that I was having another boy, I cried!  Seriously, I was scared because Cian and I clash so much!  I love him to death, but he is just so difficult, very spirited!  I know that some of it is my blame too though.  You see, when Cian was born, he was born with a clubbed foot.  So he had to get a cast on his right foot the day we were released from the hospital.  I felt so bad for him and I also felt like I was to blame, he was after all in my tummy and I was the one responsible for him and his health.  I had that weighing on my mind a lot, finally after a lot of research and Chet convincing me, I realized that it wasn't my fault and that things like that just happen and they still don't know why it does, but IT IS NOT MY FAULT!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he was 3 months, they concluded that he needed surgery for his foot.  That is such a HUGE word for a little baby!  It was suppose to be an in and out thing, but we ended up staying the night.  During the surgery his breathing tube became loosened and he was with out oxygen for almost 2 1/2-3 minutes, very big deal for a baby!  They said that they almost lost him due to that.  It scared me so much!  So we had to stay over night to observe him, no harm came to my baby from that though thank goodness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I'm afraid I spoiled him.  I now realizing what I did and how much I let him get a way with things and I'm now trying to correct that, but it's so hard now!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as we clash, he is a huge Momma's boy.  I really don't understand it at all, but I am so grateful that he does love me, flaw and all.  He is MY monster boy and I love him very much, I wouldn't trade him for anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to admit, as much as he is a monster, he is the most thoughtful, lovable little boy ever!  He's always saying such sweet stuff and helping the other kids out, if he sees something that he can help out with, he does it!  So to every bad, there is always a greater good to him!  He is a joy and a GREAT learning experience for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I    LOVE   YOU   CIAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-963322801166725726?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/963322801166725726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/10/cian-is-4-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/963322801166725726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/963322801166725726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/10/cian-is-4-yeah.html' title='Cian is 4!!!!   YEAH!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Sso3ObqbYfI/AAAAAAAAANY/3VvoxO3_8Jg/s72-c/IMG_1944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-5207801838727174840</id><published>2009-10-05T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:40:16.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy, Woohoo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SsovVH-4ZaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DauFeegHyM4/s1600-h/IMG_1902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SsovVH-4ZaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DauFeegHyM4/s200/IMG_1902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389171944068769186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I taught my little guy a new trick, he likes to observe mommy and copy me more than any of my other kids do.    I didn't purposefully teach him, he just figured it out himself.&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I like to whistle at Chet to get his attention.  This started when I was pregnant with Ezra and I wanted him to feel her kick, so I would whistle for him if he was in another room instead of trying to holler.  Well, it became a habit and I still do it if he's in another room and I need him, it's better than yelling right?  So now Iolly does it, but he does it to me!  It is so darn cute!  When he wakes up I hear "Mommy, woohoo!"  If I'm in another room "Mommy woohoo!"  He called for me last night when I was in the bath relaxing, I laughed so hard, it is just so funny and cute to me.  The other two have never done it and yet here he is, just two and he's already picked up on it!   Oh, and his woohoo isn't a little woohoo, he does a little scream with it!  I really should try and record it sometime, I just love it!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-5207801838727174840?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/5207801838727174840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-woohoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5207801838727174840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5207801838727174840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-woohoo.html' title='Mommy, Woohoo!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SsovVH-4ZaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DauFeegHyM4/s72-c/IMG_1902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-7395078771587778451</id><published>2009-09-28T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:58:00.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I actually get the day off from baby-sitting and I'm sick!  I'm so very glad that I don't have other kids today, but I sure would have liked to have a day to have fun with just my kids.  I had kids every day last week, including Sunday, and  I miss doing something with just them.  They are doing pretty good though, they've been helping mommy out a lot.  I love them so much! &lt;div&gt; Iolly has been a little clingy, but I know that's because he didn't get very good sleep last night I feel responsible for it.  He still sleeps with me and Chet, the boy's room is closed down cause we attempted to paint it like a month ago and some how it managed to turn into a storage room!  Anyhoo,  I slept in the middle last night, so he slept on the outer part.  But we have a king size bed, so I figured he would be ok, he was in my arms in the middle of the bed.  But during the night he rolled all the way off the bed!  He was scared by it and refused to go back on the bed, we tried rocking him to sleep and walking around, but if we tried to lay with him he would cry and yell no, no, up!  Chet finally decided to try sleeping on the floor with him and that worked, he went right to sleep!!  That made it a long night for us and we had to get up early.  So I am just exhausted and still have a sinus headache, but hopefully we can go and get medicine for that soon.  Chet just got home early today, so that'll be good for me.  Iolly's sleeping and hopefully I can join him too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-7395078771587778451?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/7395078771587778451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-actually-get-day-off-from-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 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JOY!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so happy right now, nothing can bring me down today!  I have just reconnected with one of my most dearest friends!  Freshta Ahmadi, I have missed her so very much!  I was so sad when I lost contact with her over 4 years ago and have been searching for her since.  I guess she has been searching for me and signed on facebook just to see if I was on there.  I decided to do a search for her today using the facebook search and I found her!  I was so shocked and excited, and over joyed!  I can't believe it!  I love the internet and being able to use it for such a great cause!  Hopefully we can stay connected now and get to know each others families.  I've missed her and her family so much, they were like family to me.  When she moved away, I was so sad!  Thank you facebook for helping me find one of my best friends!  I am just so happy!!!!  YEAH, WOOHOO!!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-6346338002970469525</id><published>2009-09-22T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:24:35.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture for the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alma 26:27~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now when our hearts were depressed, and we were about to turn back, behold, the Lord comforted us, and said; Go amongst thy brethren, the Lamanites, and bear with patience thine afflictions, and I will give unto you success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-6346338002970469525?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/6346338002970469525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/scripture-for-day_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/6346338002970469525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/6346338002970469525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/scripture-for-day_22.html' title='Scripture for the day:'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-6590964975345337072</id><published>2009-09-22T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:05:13.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Day?</title><content type='html'>So, I'm having a bad day today.  I just recently started watching 2 more kids, they are the youngest yet (oldest one is almost 2 and the youngest is 9 months).  It's a challenge having a little baby in the house again.  I've forgotten how much time they need and how needy they are.  I really enjoy having her, just not use to it.  So while trying to get use to a baby again, I'm also trying to figure out my schedule to take care of 10-12 kids.  I'm a wreck lately and I don't know if I'm really up to it like I thought.  I've been so stressed the last couple of days.  I've also been dealing with allergies, they've been kicking my butt since I've moved back to Pocatello, I hate it!  As most already now, we've also been trying for another baby since our miscarriage and I really thought that this month we did it, but negative again.  so I've been dealing with those feelings as well.  I've got so much going on that I feel like my world is collapsing around me.  I'm not as patient and tolerant with the kids as I know I should be.  Who am I anymore?  I really don't know.  &lt;div&gt;I love being able to stay at home with my kids and being with them.  I really love that I get to watch my nieces and nephews, and cousins, too.  I'm grateful to be able to provide this service to my family.  But can I do it?  Am I really able and up to the challenge?  I want to be, with all my heart I want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my biggest problems is praying and scripture reading.  When I do these things, I LOVE who I am!  But when I slip and stop doing those things, I become lost.  That's were I am now, lost!  I know what I need to do, it is so clear now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayer and scriptures are a daily struggle for me, I don't know why, but they are.  I love the gospel with all my heart, I know that I'm suppose to be doing them, but I just keep getting caught up with other stuff.  I need to make it mandatory for me to do these things, I need them everyday.  I know that I also need to get to the Temple soon, Chet and I have been bad about that lately.  We NEED to make a goal to go there and just do it, so that's what I'm going to tell Chet tonight.  We need this so much, I know that it'll help both of us out.  Why is it so hard to do the things you want to do, but it's so easy to do the things that you don't want to do?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I did some venting on here, but I did some discovering too.  Thank you for hearing/reading me out, but now I know what I need to do.  Now, to get my scriptures out...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-6590964975345337072?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/6590964975345337072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/6590964975345337072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/6590964975345337072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-day.html' title='A Bad Day?'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-9028273173363688294</id><published>2009-09-15T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:15:45.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SrCCUNgBWAI/AAAAAAAAANI/cKc-pUByH-s/s1600-h/IMG_1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SrCCUNgBWAI/AAAAAAAAANI/cKc-pUByH-s/s200/IMG_1941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381944838440704002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SrCCTWgwrnI/AAAAAAAAANA/3xeu8SmNSX8/s1600-h/IMG_1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SrCCTWgwrnI/AAAAAAAAANA/3xeu8SmNSX8/s200/IMG_1940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381944823679856242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SrCCSzDcpgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mGb5m6G1GOY/s1600-h/IMG_1933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SrCCSzDcpgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mGb5m6G1GOY/s200/IMG_1933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381944814161667586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SrCCSfEz_dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NdpZAKu2Yw8/s1600-h/IMG_1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SrCCSfEz_dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NdpZAKu2Yw8/s200/IMG_1932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381944808798682578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SrCCRz0pQvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/612h1fVivD4/s1600-h/IMG_1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SrCCRz0pQvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/612h1fVivD4/s200/IMG_1888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381944797188145906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from our trip to Utah Last Weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-9028273173363688294?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/9028273173363688294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-are-few-pictures-from-our-trip-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/9028273173363688294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/9028273173363688294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-are-few-pictures-from-our-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SrCCUNgBWAI/AAAAAAAAANI/cKc-pUByH-s/s72-c/IMG_1941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4997397203417492795</id><published>2009-09-09T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:53:46.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture for the day:</title><content type='html'>Mosiah 2:17~And behold, I tell you these thinhgs that ye may learn wisdom; that ye may learn that  when ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the servive of your God.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Chet is such a great example to me with service!  He's always helping my family out when they need it and he's always trying to help me out too.  Thank you Chet for being such a great example to me, I love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4997397203417492795?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4997397203417492795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/scripture-for-day_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4997397203417492795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4997397203417492795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/scripture-for-day_09.html' title='Scripture for the day:'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4249058929143591116</id><published>2009-09-09T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:53:37.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our animals!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfIR1_7_uI/AAAAAAAAAMg/n4uSfD12dy0/s1600-h/IMG_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfIR1_7_uI/AAAAAAAAAMg/n4uSfD12dy0/s200/IMG_1840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379488488795930338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfIRdP4w_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/OK1iS6ti-MU/s1600-h/IMG_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfIRdP4w_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/OK1iS6ti-MU/s200/IMG_1845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379488482151941106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfIQ-3aJJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bVoz6IGxMtE/s1600-h/IMG_1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfIQ-3aJJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bVoz6IGxMtE/s200/IMG_1847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379488473996207250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfHiyoyLqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ItiTAL0RDU4/s1600-h/IMG_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfHiyoyLqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ItiTAL0RDU4/s200/IMG_1848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379487680439660194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfHiWB7pjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DK71EBx9qIA/s1600-h/IMG_1687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfHiWB7pjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DK71EBx9qIA/s200/IMG_1687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379487672760510002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfHh88KAEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vhGeVcLV1K0/s1600-h/IMG_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfHh88KAEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vhGeVcLV1K0/s200/IMG_1531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379487666025398338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfHhWxAb8I/AAAAAAAAALw/xs_P3QiyD4o/s1600-h/IMG_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfHhWxAb8I/AAAAAAAAALw/xs_P3QiyD4o/s200/IMG_1530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379487655778086850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfHg4ftjPI/AAAAAAAAALo/QiNbKO3BCps/s1600-h/IMG_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfHg4ftjPI/AAAAAAAAALo/QiNbKO3BCps/s200/IMG_1516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379487647652482290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfFwm3OlYI/AAAAAAAAALg/HPe9JO5srFk/s1600-h/IMG_1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfFwm3OlYI/AAAAAAAAALg/HPe9JO5srFk/s200/IMG_1760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379485718773929346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I'm still trying to figure out how to put pictures on here, I have no clue on how to do it with them looking all nice and stuff.  Anyhoo, these are our animals and we love having them, well, for the most part anyways!  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The top three are our cats:  Sarafina, Fat Elmo, and Sneezy Tim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarafina was givin to me for my Mother's Day last year, but I think that Ezzy has adopted her from me.  We had Fat Elmo before we moved to Poky, but becasue we had to move and we didn't now where we were going to be living we took him to four paws in Rexburg.  They took care of him while we found a place and settled.  When we went to go get him back they offered us another cat and we accepted.  We chose Sneezy Tim because he had such a sad story!  He had been adopted out 3 times and returned 3 times.  He sneezes all the time, so I guess the people who adopted him did not like that about him and took him back.  That is just sad!  So we brought him home and love him very much!  He's probably the most lovable of the cats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's Beth, short for Bethlehem, our dog.  This was my birthday present last year.  While I was trying to pick out her name, Oh Little Town of Behtlehem cam on the radio.  so I decided Bethlehem and Beth for short.  She's a great dog.  Sure she chews everything in sight, but other then that she is awesome!  She had several opportunities to run away from home because of doors not being shut and her being left out, but she never has.  I love having a dog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under Beth is our baby girl chinchilla, Olivia, she's much bigger now, I just don't have any updated pics yet. She a crazy little chinny, she loves to jump all around and causes a lot of racket!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's Snow White, or beloved white rat.  We posed her as a flower last year for a costume contest for a local pet shop and she won second place, that was so fun! She was a crazy rat t oo.  She always made us laugh.  She would zipp down her cage in a flash and then she would run zip back up it.  She also loved to hang from the top of the cage upside down!  She was so crazy!  She's no longer with us and we miss her much!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we have mommy and daddy chinnies, Jordoni and Shercha.  They were a witch and pirate last year.  Our daddy chinny got really sick and passed away just before baby girl was born, we miss him so much too, he was the most lovable chinny ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's Thumbilina or Lina, our guinea pig.  She's the newest addition to our growing family!  We love having her around!  Oh ya, we've  only had her for 3 weeks and we have a feeling that she might be pregnant!  Fun, fun!!!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4249058929143591116?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4249058929143591116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-animals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4249058929143591116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4249058929143591116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-animals.html' title='Our animals!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfIR1_7_uI/AAAAAAAAAMg/n4uSfD12dy0/s72-c/IMG_1840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-1888396159599879799</id><published>2009-09-09T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:54:47.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pics of Ezzy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfBQM0FtAI/AAAAAAAAALY/rypMl5ovFhg/s1600-h/IMG_1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqfBQM0FtAI/AAAAAAAAALY/rypMl5ovFhg/s200/IMG_1764.JPG" border="0" alt="" 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Sqc2B7mm_CI/AAAAAAAAAII/Paga8MP9RiI/s72-c/IMG_1663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-880274216854461012</id><published>2009-09-08T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:54:32.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Was I Thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqcmdUn0GwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SZfkziS2dg4/s1600-h/IMG_1576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqcmdUn0GwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SZfkziS2dg4/s200/IMG_1576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379310565111110402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I decided that we was going shopping when Chet got home from work.  I had this in my head all day, I even asked Chet if this was going to be a normal day or a long day, he said normal.  Sweet, shopping it is, yeah!  However he ends up being late, two hours late that is.  I still have it in mind that we're shopping, so we go.  What a terrible plan!  My kids were just awful!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Crying at every little thing, mommy I'm hungry, mommy I'm thirsty, mommy, mommy, mommy!!!  We think, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; they're just hungry, let's feed them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; make everything all right.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wrong!  The next store they continue with it, non stop.  So we finally leave.  On the way home while talking to the crying kids, I realized that none of them took a nap today.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ezzy&lt;/span&gt; was up at 6:45 am, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Iolly&lt;/span&gt; was up at 7:30, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; woke up a little after 8.  That's a long day for little ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I tried to put them down for a nap, but they resisted.  I even told Ezra that if she didn't take a nap that meant she would have to go to bed an hour earlier since she goes to school so early.  But did I remember that?  Did I pay attention to the time?  No, I did not!  So who is to blame for this terrible night?  The kids?  I think not!  Mommy needs to be better with going out at night, especially on school nights.  Maybe I just need to stay home until the weekend, that way we can eliminate this problem and maybe we'll even save some money by doing that, who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-880274216854461012?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/880274216854461012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-was-i-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/880274216854461012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/880274216854461012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What Was I Thinking?'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SqcmdUn0GwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SZfkziS2dg4/s72-c/IMG_1576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-7141642680277762633</id><published>2009-09-08T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:55:15.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture for the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div class="hilite" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 204); "&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div id="john/15/10" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;John 15:10 &amp;amp; 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="john/15/10" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;  10 If ye keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;my commandments, ye shall abide in my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;; even as I have kept my Father’s commandments, and abide in his love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="11" style=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="john/15/11" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; 12 This is my commandment, That ye love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;one another, as I have loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-7141642680277762633?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/7141642680277762633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/scripture-for-day_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7141642680277762633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7141642680277762633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/scripture-for-day_08.html' title='Scripture for the day:'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-7367921561006656199</id><published>2009-09-07T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:14:51.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture for the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2 Nephi 25:29~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now behold, I say unto you that the right way is to believe in Christ, and deny him not; and Christ is  the Holy One of Isreal; wherefore ye must bow down before him, and worship him with all your might, mind, and strength, and your whole soul; and if ye do this ye shall in nowise be cast out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*Our FHE theme for this month is Choose The Right and this scripture goes right along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-7367921561006656199?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/7367921561006656199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-nephi-2529.html#comment-form' title='0 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Home!</title><content type='html'>We decided not to go to the fair this year because we are making a trip to Utah and we'd rather have extra money for that then going to the fair.  So we decided to bring the fair home.  &lt;div&gt;So for our FHE activity tonight we let the kids play games and win some fun prizes (I love the dollar store!).  First they played tic-tac-toe with a bean bag tossing game.  That was kind of hard for the kids, so I had to eventually just let them win their prizes.  The next game was a fishing game.  I hid behind our camping mattresses and Chet helped them reel the prizes in, the kids loved that one.  The last game they had to throw the balls and try to knock down the bowling pins.  Since they just love to throw things in the house, that was probably the best game of the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During all this Chet cooked up some prime rib and then made the most delicious sandwiches from it.  It was so good, better than the ones at the fair, but I'm probably just prejudice with that.  :)  Oh, and the corn on the cob was excellent too, don't you just love fresh corn? mmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dessert we decided to do cotton candy and it was actually kind of good.  I found it at the dollar store, so I wasn't too sure of it, but not bad.  Way better freshly made at the fair though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that was about it for tonight.  Tomorrow night I'm making more food for dinner that we probably would have eaten if we had gone.  Nighty-night!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-1309530517412382428?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1309530517412382428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/bringing-fair-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1309530517412382428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1309530517412382428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/bringing-fair-home.html' title='Bringing The Fair Home!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-2164196009550063214</id><published>2009-09-04T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:29:14.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Question Of The Day;</title><content type='html'>Ezzy woke up this morning and immediately asked "Why did the baby die in your tummy?"  This happened about 6 months ago, I thought that we were done with that conversation, but apparently not.  It so hard to answer a question like that to a child, I don't know why.  That's what I told her too.  "I don't know why these things happen, but sometimes they do.  Heavenly Father knows why and someday maybe we will too, but that's ok if we never do find out, it's just part of his plan." &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She then asked, "When will we have another baby?"  Again, I don't know.  "When Heavenly Father sends us another one, he knows when it's best for us to have another."  I don't know how to answer these, especially with out getting all emotional about it, I don't want her to feel like she can't ask me a question because Mommy might cry.  It's so hard for adults to understand these things, how can we expect a child to?  Why do they happen?  Why do parents who really want to have children have a difficult time with it, and others who aren't good parents have several babies with no problem?  I don't understand it and I probably never will, not in this lifetime anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*if anyone has a better answer, please let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-2164196009550063214?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/2164196009550063214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-question-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/2164196009550063214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/2164196009550063214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-question-of-day.html' title='First Question Of The Day;'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-2351599854712743305</id><published>2009-09-03T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:52:25.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture for the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Sp_zT0rDTqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lcmCEL1HV70/s1600-h/IMG_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Sp_zT0rDTqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lcmCEL1HV70/s200/IMG_1839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377284001985941154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:Times;"&gt;Alma 37:35-37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/35" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;35 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O, remember, my son, and learn wisdom in thy youth; yea, learn in thy youth to keep the commandments of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;a name="36" style="color: rgb(64, 99, 157); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/36" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;36 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yea, and cry unto God for all thy support; yea, let all thy doing be unto the Lord, and whithersoever thou goest let it be in the Lord; yea, let all thy thoughts be directed unto the Lord; yea, let the affections of thy heart be placed upon the Lord forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;a name="37" style="color: rgb(64, 99, 157); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;37 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counsel with the Lord in all thy doings, and he will direct thee for good; yea, when thou liest down at night lie down unto the Lord, that he may watch over you in your sleep; and when thou risest in the morning let thy heart be full of thanks unto God; and if ye do these things, ye shall be lifted up at the last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I chose these scriptures because they go with my favorite hymn; Families Can Be Together Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When my sister passed away, I was lost at what happens to people when they die.  I was talking to my friend about it and she suggested that I talked to the missionaries.  The first set did not work out, but the second set were awesome!  Their first lesson for me was about the plan of salvation.  The spirit was so strong that I already knew that it was true, I loved it!  I knew about the church, I was even going to young women's before hand.  But I never really investigated into it till my sister passed away.  This song has so much meaning to me, I know that I can and will see my sister again, and that her wonderful children will get to be with her once again!  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love the plan of salvation!  I love my Heavenly Father, and I love my savior, Jesus Christ!  Because of him we can be reunited with our Heavenly Father!  I love the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints!  I love the scriptures, they give us so much knowledge and guidance to help us draw near unto our Heavenly Father, who loves us and wants us to have him in our life!  I love being able to have the Holy Spirit be with us at all times.  Thank you Heavenly Father for guiding us and showing us our way, thank you so much.  I leave these things with you in the name of thy son, Jesus Christ.  Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Make a family objective to all be together in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;celestial kingdom.  Strive to make your home a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;bit of heaven on earth so that after this life is over, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;you may be able to say:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We are all here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Father, mother, sister, brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All who hold each other dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Each chair is filled---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We're all at home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We're all--all here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Ezra Taft Benson, Ensign, November 1981, p. 107&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;{found this in a new book I just started to read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Raising Up A Family To The Lord})&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; white-space: pre; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="alma/37/37" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-2351599854712743305?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/2351599854712743305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/scripture-for-day_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/2351599854712743305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/2351599854712743305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/scripture-for-day_03.html' title='Scripture for the day:'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Sp_zT0rDTqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lcmCEL1HV70/s72-c/IMG_1839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-3686133249387125802</id><published>2009-09-02T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:20:34.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I PROMISE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Sp63Wfys1EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Tj40QgKUw5U/s1600-h/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Sp63Wfys1EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Tj40QgKUw5U/s200/IMG_1828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376936602246108226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right after I posted that last note (literally, got done typing, closed out of the browser, and right as I was shutting my laptop) I noticed that Iolly had climbed onto my beautiful laundry mountain and was looking at a little door greeting sign I had just purchased at the DI.  I went to grab it from him and accidently got him in the eye with it!  His eye is all blood shot now.  I think that I might have bruised it, nothing serious though, thank goodness for that!  I feel horrible about it, but feel even worse because I just posted about the possibility of going crazy.  But that wasn't the case, I promise!  I was sane when it happened, PLEASE believe me!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-3686133249387125802?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/3686133249387125802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-accident-i-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3686133249387125802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3686133249387125802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-accident-i-promise.html' title='IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I PROMISE!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Sp63Wfys1EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Tj40QgKUw5U/s72-c/IMG_1828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-178944750676585869</id><published>2009-09-02T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:35:14.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture for the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Alma 13:28~ &lt;/span&gt;But that ye would humble yourselves before the Lord, and call on his holy name, and watch and pray continually, that ye may not be tempted above that which ye can bear, and thus be led by the Holy Spirit, becoming humble, meek, submissive, patient, full of love and all long-suffering;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Times;"&gt;*This scripture is much needed today.  I haven't been getting good sleep lately and the kids are super crazy today.  I need help help from my Heavenly Father to love them and to avoid the temptation of going crazy with them!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-178944750676585869?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/178944750676585869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/scripture-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/178944750676585869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/178944750676585869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/09/scripture-for-day.html' title='Scripture for the day:'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4238291287987188633</id><published>2009-08-31T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:12:49.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture for the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Times; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thessalonians 5:18~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; In every thing give thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4238291287987188633?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4238291287987188633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/scripture-for-day_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4238291287987188633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4238291287987188633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/scripture-for-day_31.html' title='Scripture for the day:'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-3763445237358923327</id><published>2009-08-31T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:58:04.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for a New Table!!!!!  Hip-hip Hooray!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so very excited!  We just got a new table this weekend and I love it!  The other one was so icky!  If we accidently left paper onto it over night, it became part of the table, seriously!  Last week I accidently left the newspaper on it before going to bed, the next morning when I tried to take the paper off it was stuck.  I tried to remove it the best I could, but it still had a HUGE marking on my table from it.  That's the reason we never used it, it was good for piling things on, but not to eat off of it.  Our kitchen was always cluttered because of doing that, but I didn't mind because I didn't have to look at that icky table!&lt;div&gt;So Shopko had a awesome sale last week (good timing for that newspaper incident I think), so we took advantage of it and got us a new table!  Yeah, so happy now!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kitchen is a lot cleaner looking now and I actually have a cute center piece on it, never had one before.  Now we actually get to sit at a table and eat together as a family and not in front of the tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-3763445237358923327?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/3763445237358923327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/hooray-for-new-table-hip-hip-hooray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3763445237358923327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3763445237358923327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/hooray-for-new-table-hip-hip-hooray.html' title='Hooray for a New Table!!!!!  Hip-hip Hooray!!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4106195486499102852</id><published>2009-08-28T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:04:00.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Years Together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpjEuOETS3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/9Z5-YJullSQ/s1600-h/IMG_1819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpjEuOETS3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/9Z5-YJullSQ/s200/IMG_1819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375262453595851634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chet and I celebrated 6 years together last Sunday.  It's kind of late, but it's better late than never right!&lt;div&gt;Chet and I met through a mutual friend.  It's kind of funny too!  Chet actually called her to see if she would go out with him, but she said that something really important was about to happen and that she would call him back.  She was getting proposed to when he called!  Well, I guess she felt bad and decided to hook us up.  But it took her FOREVER to do it.  She had him go out with some other girl first, but luckily that didn't that didn't work out.  Then he got my number and called me, I fell in love with his voice and sweet personality over the phone.  We talked to each other almost every night for a week.  We were suppose to go on a group date a week later, but were too anxious and met up earlier than that.  So we met at the Perkins parking lot and guess what happened next?  I locked my keys in the car!  I was so embarrassed!  So the first thing we did was try to find someone to break into my car, luckily my sisters boyfriend was an expert in that (he worked on cars and knew how to do so).  After that we went to Subway for dinner and then to the ISU sub and played at the game area there, it was a very memorable night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That following Saturday we had our group date and that didn't go as well as the first.  Chet was being shy and wouldn't really be by me or anything.  His friend Blayne flirted more than he did, so I was thinking well maybe he's not that interested after all.  Then all of a sudden he had to go to the store.  I guess he had forgotten to put deodorant on and was embarrassed because he thought that he stunk.  When I heard about that I couldn't help but laugh, it still makes me laugh today!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night we went and got ice cream, I was able to talk to him and told him about my past, he wasn't judgmental at all and I loved him for that.  I pretty much fell in love with him then and it was only our second date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had planned on asking me to marry him on Easter morning, but my ring didn't arrive on time.  But he proposed two days later, in my drive way.  We were standing out in the rain and only had the worms for witnesses.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three months later we were married and I couldn't be happier!  I'm so grateful for Chet and all the love he has for me and our 3 beautiful kids.  He's an amazing husband and a wonderful father!  I love him so much!  Thank you Chet for choosing me to be your wife!!!!!!  I love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4106195486499102852?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4106195486499102852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/six-years-together.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4106195486499102852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4106195486499102852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/six-years-together.html' title='Six Years Together!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpjEuOETS3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/9Z5-YJullSQ/s72-c/IMG_1819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-8287481820487998971</id><published>2009-08-28T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:51:47.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ezzy Started Kindergarten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpizIyexNxI/AAAAAAAAADo/sGRS4CDAy5w/s1600-h/IMG_1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpiyyidwovI/AAAAAAAAADg/aVcqMZZ1kNE/s1600-h/IMG_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpiyyidwovI/AAAAAAAAADg/aVcqMZZ1kNE/s200/IMG_1779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375242736581518066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezzy has been waiting ALL summer for kindergarten and she finally got to go to it!  She has been so excited that it's a breeze in the morning with her getting ready!  This morning we didn't wake up as early as we were suppose to, so Chet took her to school on his motorcycle!  That was her first official ride too.   Sure she's had little rides, but never on the busy streets, just our little block in the trailer park.  So I was a nervous mommy!  It probably didn't help that I had a dream and Ezzy was in the hospital for some reason and needed 2 IVs in her, talk about scary!  Anyways, they made it there safely and Chet said that he heard some kids say "wish that I could ride that".  &lt;div&gt;She loves school and is sad that she doesn't get to go for 2 days.  Can't wait till Christmas break comes, 2 weeks of no school!  What will I do with her then?  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of her friends from head start is in her class and she just thinks that is so neat!  I'm so happy that she loves school, I really hope that she continues that attitude.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-8287481820487998971?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/8287481820487998971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/ezzy-started-kindergarten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8287481820487998971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8287481820487998971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/ezzy-started-kindergarten.html' title='Ezzy Started Kindergarten!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpiyyidwovI/AAAAAAAAADg/aVcqMZZ1kNE/s72-c/IMG_1779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-5557485175842855872</id><published>2009-08-17T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:35:52.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping is so much fun with soooo many little ones!!!</title><content type='html'>We went camping over the weekend with the family.  We had 10 kids all under the age of 7 there, what fun that was!  :)&lt;div&gt;The first night was extremely windy!  We thought that maybe a storm was coming, but alas it did not. That night we also celebrated Ezra's and Tauni's birthday.  I found the cutest cake at Walmart that was so appropriate for them.  The center was a small round cake decorated like a watermelon half with two ants on top of it.  That was surrounded by 10 cupcakes that looked like apples from the top.  I'll have to get pictures on here, but I need to get them from my mom first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, we were suppose to go boating the next day, but it was too windy again.  But the kids had fun playing with each other and driving the adults nuts!  They really enjoyed collecting ladybugs, they were everywhere! Cian was collecting them and putting them in his frisbee, he had at least 5 in it.  He was so excited and showed it to me and then all of a sudden he threw it!  He wanted to see them fly I guess, lol.  Then Ezzy showed me her lady bug collection, in her pocket!  She wanted to take them home with her.  But I talked her into leaving them there at their home.  My kids are REALLY into bugs!  They are always collecting them and trying to bring them to me, I HATE bugs, seriously!  Iolly has started doing this too, the other day he tried to give me something that he picked up, but I realized he was saying erig (earwig) and pulled back my hand before it was too late.  So now they know that mommy is afraid and they just love to tease me about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last day there was nice, so we went tubing!  I actually went out on the boat this year and helped Chet with the kids.....well, loading and unloading them on the tube that is.  Anyways, Ezzy wanted to stop immediately.  Then Cian went and rode for about 5 minutes (if that) and was done with it.  Then it was Iolly's turn, mind you he's only 2, and seemed to enjoy it.  However, when we pulled them in we realized he was actually asleep!  lol  That was soooo funny!  How do you fall asleep tubing?  What a crazy little boy.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was the adults turn to go, Chet talked me into riding with him (I don't like to tube) and guess what?  I  L O V E D   it!  Seriousl, it was great!  I can't wait to do it again next year, only I won't ride with Chet, I want to go by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left after that and went home.  It really was a fun little vocation, except for the bug bites.  Ezzy's poor little face was eaten up!  She has like 4-5 on the side of her face and then one on her cheek.  She is always complaining about it hurting, poor girl, wish that I could take those bites away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*oh ya, a little side note.  So one of my sisters (not naming any names) was having a beer and relaxing.  Well her little boy came to her and asked for a drink and without thinking about it, she gave him a drink of her beer.  She then realized what she was doing and freaked out about it.  lol  She had been sharing drinks with him all day long and just wasn't thinking, it was funny!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-5557485175842855872?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/5557485175842855872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-is-so-much-fun-with-soooo-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5557485175842855872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5557485175842855872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-is-so-much-fun-with-soooo-many.html' title='Camping is so much fun with soooo many little ones!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-9191624751445426607</id><published>2009-08-04T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:51:53.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture for the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 11:12~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;And now, verily, verily, I say unto thee, put your trust in that Spirit which leadeth to do good--yeah, to do justly, to walk humbly, to judge righteously;  and this is my Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-9191624751445426607?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/9191624751445426607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/scripture-for-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/9191624751445426607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/9191624751445426607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/scripture-for-day.html' title='Scripture for the day:'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4503613253685052131</id><published>2009-08-04T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:30:55.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah for potty training!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnkK3Q_ym9I/AAAAAAAAACE/hvlgz6G9GW8/s1600-h/IMG_1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnkK3Q_ym9I/AAAAAAAAACE/hvlgz6G9GW8/s320/IMG_1639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366332375560264658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to be potty traing Iolly!  We started yesterday and I think that he's doing really well.  Tomorrow he gets to try big boy undies for the first time, I'm so excited!  Not having to buy diapers for a while would be great!  Ok, so I will still have to buy some for night time, but that's still better than what I'm buying for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4503613253685052131?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4503613253685052131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeah-for-potty-training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4503613253685052131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4503613253685052131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeah-for-potty-training.html' title='Yeah for potty training!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnkK3Q_ym9I/AAAAAAAAACE/hvlgz6G9GW8/s72-c/IMG_1639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-6726504487312575350</id><published>2009-08-04T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:52:46.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE SLIVERS!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnkQDCwlTwI/AAAAAAAAACU/W8m4JXzbF8c/s1600-h/IMG_1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnkQDCwlTwI/AAAAAAAAACU/W8m4JXzbF8c/s320/IMG_1600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366338075454951170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday Cian somehow managed to cover the bottom of his foot with slivers.  I have a weak stomach for stuff like that, so luckily my sister, Cassie, was there when it happened.  She helped pull like 10 slivers out, it took us probably 30-40 minutes.  He still had quite a few in, but we had to let him rest, the poor guy.  He's a tough little guy too though.  It took 3 of us to hold him down!  I was holding his body and one leg, my husband was trying to hold his other leg and foot still, and Cassie was trying to get the slivers out, he put up a really good fight!  &lt;div&gt;Late on last night we went Fran's house, another sister of mine, and she tried to get more out with some special tweezers she's got.  I think that we worked another 40 minutes and was only able to pull a few more out.  He still has some, so tonight I went and talked to a pharmacist and they suggested some tar like medicine to try and draw the slivers out, so now we are waiting on that and then going at his foot again, hopefully this works cause I really don't want to go to the doctor for this.  I really, really, REALLY hate slivers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-6726504487312575350?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/6726504487312575350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-slivers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/6726504487312575350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/6726504487312575350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-slivers.html' title='I HATE SLIVERS!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnkQDCwlTwI/AAAAAAAAACU/W8m4JXzbF8c/s72-c/IMG_1600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-3027752724254124208</id><published>2009-08-02T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:25:39.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie and I on our trip to the Pocatello Airport for my birthday'/><title type='text'>Trip to Pocatello Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnXxNW5wOMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ir3xwz-a00k/s1600-h/IMG_1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnXxNW5wOMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ir3xwz-a00k/s320/IMG_1738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365459742870223042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnXxMxTLrlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/P9RoIIDev1c/s1600-h/IMG_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnXxMxTLrlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/P9RoIIDev1c/s320/IMG_1740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365459732776332882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnXxMimsSaI/AAAAAAAAABs/s9ZE_J4_-cE/s1600-h/IMG_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnXxMimsSaI/AAAAAAAAABs/s9ZE_J4_-cE/s320/IMG_1742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365459728831629730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnXxMZDHtQI/AAAAAAAAABk/8zyRx5r4yTM/s1600-h/IMG_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnXxMZDHtQI/AAAAAAAAABk/8zyRx5r4yTM/s320/IMG_1741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365459726266512642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;So Jamie made plans for us to go out last night for my birthday... on my motorcycle!  In case you don't know, that's a big thing for Jamie to go for!  She is not the biggest fan of motorcycle rides!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;After dropping off the kids at her parents place, we left the van went for a ride over to Craigo’s pizza for dinner (I got to choose!).  I just love their buffalo wing thing pizza and their roasted red pepper pasta sauce.  If you have not tried either of these great meals, I suggest you get on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;After the delicious meal, we topped of the tank and took a back road out to the airport.  It was the first time I took the bike out of town, and I have to say, it drove great!  Jamie told me she had a hard time keeping her glasses on!  Ha, must have been going fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;We stopped at the driving course at the airport where I took a motorcycle safety course and took some pictures.  I have posted them here so you can have a look.  We decided it was late so we went back and got the kids.  It was a fun night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Jamie, thank you for the great birthday and for being such and awesome wife!  I love you!  Thank you for always being there for me, even through the hard times.  Oh, and thank you for facing your fear of riding motorcycles and riding with me!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Have a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnXxMDVMAVI/AAAAAAAAABc/y0QQgri1VNw/s1600-h/IMG_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnXxMDVMAVI/AAAAAAAAABc/y0QQgri1VNw/s320/IMG_1737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365459720436711762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-3027752724254124208?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/3027752724254124208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3027752724254124208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3027752724254124208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='Trip to Pocatello Airport'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SnXxNW5wOMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ir3xwz-a00k/s72-c/IMG_1738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-7922656181976709900</id><published>2009-08-01T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T07:27:02.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHET!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is Chet's birthday!  Happy Birthday Honey!  I love you!!!&lt;div&gt;I remember the first time I got to celebrate his birthday with him.  It was at my parents place and I had his parents show up as a surprise for him.  That was also the first time our parents met too.  Anyways, I hid Chet's gifts and left notes all over for him to find, he had to hunt for his gifts.  That was so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully my surprise for him will be a great one this year!  I can't say what it is yet and hopefully he gets bugged by this entry too!  He always tells me that he know what I'm getting from so and so, or from himself and teases me about it when ever he can!  I really hate surprises!   so hopefully this entry will make him crazy with not knowing what I've got in store for him, I know that he'll love it though!  He's been hounding me about it for a while.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Chet I love you!  I hope that you have a wonderful day today!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-7922656181976709900?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/7922656181976709900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-chet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7922656181976709900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7922656181976709900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-chet.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHET!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-7138883140685581033</id><published>2009-08-01T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T07:10:34.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't sleep last night</title><content type='html'>So, I had a hard time sleeping last night because of the incident with Cian.  I feel like I really failed him.  I'm really upset because of it.  I'm trying to let it be a learning experience, but it's hard, I'm really mad at myself!  I know that nothing happened to him, but it could have.  Why wasn't I more watchful?  Why didn't I notice it sooner than I did?  I really do pay attention to my kids, I love them!  And I would never want anything bad to happen to them!  I'm sorry for what happened and I'm sorry Cian!  I love you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-7138883140685581033?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/7138883140685581033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/couldnt-sleep-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7138883140685581033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7138883140685581033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/08/couldnt-sleep-last-night.html' title='Couldn&apos;t sleep last night'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-8289031963413620569</id><published>2009-07-31T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:41:50.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture for the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 9:8~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;But, behold, I say unto you, that you must study it out in your mind;  then you must ask me if it be right, and if it is right I will cause that your bosom shall burn within you;  therefore, you shall feel that it is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-8289031963413620569?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/8289031963413620569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/scripture-for-day_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8289031963413620569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8289031963413620569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/scripture-for-day_31.html' title='Scripture for the day:'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-1937256138958077689</id><published>2009-07-31T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:29:29.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did you go Cian??!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness!  Tonight we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; for dinner and we let the kids play in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kiddy&lt;/span&gt; area.  Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Iolly&lt;/span&gt; and Ezra wanted to play with the basketballs, so Chet and I helped them.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; was in the play area while we were doing this.  When they were done with the basketballs, Chet and I  sat at the table.  I then started to look for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; in the toy area just then Chet said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt;?"  I looked back behind me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; was walking into the kid area from the dining area and was crying!  I then picked him up and held him and asked "Where did you go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt;?"  He said that he went outside to our van looking for us.  The van is clear across the parking lot!!!  I was so scared for him, mad at myself, and glad that nothing happened.  I'm still pretty mad, I mean, what kind of parents don't realize their child is missing?  It happened so fast!  I'm so thankful nothing bad happened, but I'm still mad at myself for letting it happen.  I had a good talk with him afterwards and then again on the way to the van.  I hope nothing like this happens again, it's just scary to think of the what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ifs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-1937256138958077689?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1937256138958077689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-did-you-go-cian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1937256138958077689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1937256138958077689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-did-you-go-cian.html' title='Where did you go Cian??!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-1123004802037470071</id><published>2009-07-29T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:27:12.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture for the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mark 11:24~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-1123004802037470071?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1123004802037470071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/scripture-for-day_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1123004802037470071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1123004802037470071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/scripture-for-day_29.html' title='Scripture for the day:'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-750211197565140932</id><published>2009-07-29T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:18:53.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted Again!!!</title><content type='html'>So we had another bad night last night.  Iolly seems a little better tonight, so hopefully....&lt;div&gt;Anyways, today we got to ride the Pocatello Transit with the kids for the first time, it was a fun experience for them.  We actually went with two of my sisters, their kids (total of 8 kids on the bus), my brother and my older nephew.  It was like a small party on there.  The kids thought that it was great!  When we were done, we went to Farr's and got ice cream, yummy!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to old town Poky and attended the Alive at Five, it was ok, nothing too great.  But maybe it would have been better if we wasn't hauling a bunch of kids around.  We then had dinner at Molto Caldo's, the best pizza place here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm more than ready for bed and hoping like crazy we have a better night tonight, wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-750211197565140932?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/750211197565140932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/exhausted-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/750211197565140932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/750211197565140932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/exhausted-again.html' title='Exhausted Again!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-3407484054645697267</id><published>2009-07-28T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:53:49.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Sm_iaChvLjI/AAAAAAAAABU/DH9s5p5H_oU/s1600-h/IMG_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Sm_iaChvLjI/AAAAAAAAABU/DH9s5p5H_oU/s320/IMG_1562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363754618204401202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I watched a movie the other day that has been bothering me like crazy, and I have been thinking about it a lot.  The movie was “Taken”.  Yea, Yea, I know!  What took me so long?  That movie is so old right?   Well that’s not the point.  I think no matter how old it is it brings up some good points and ideas to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who have already seen this movie, skip to the next paragraph.  But the rest of you let me quickly brief you.  A father, divorced from a marriage with one daughter, feels bad about spending most of his life away from the daughters’ life as, I am assuming, a secret service or CIA agent.  While trying to make up, the x wife and daughter makes him feel bad for not letting the 16 year old girl go to Paris with her 19 year old friend, accusing him of being to paranoid.  Feeling the pressure and wanting to bridge the gap between them, he allows her to go.  While there, they are tricked by a sweet talking “spotter”, and abducted into a human trafficking movement.  During the abduction, the father was able to talk to the daughter on her cell phone, and get vital information that allows him to travel to Paris and start on the trail of recovering her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I loved the fathers’ wisdom and instinct that others wrongly referred to as him being paranoid.  But as he so rightly put it, he wasn’t being paranoid, he was simply aware.  As parents, children and spouses, perhaps we could all take a moment and think why others might be uneasy about things, and maybe consider that they might know something we don’t.  Who knows, maybe the Spirit has whispered to their hearts something that we are to proud to hear, especially our parents who are called to watch over and pray for us.  I know from personal experience that if I would have listened to my parents’ advice, I would have suffered less of life’s hard lesions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second point is the condition of the world that requires us to be watchful in prayer continually and listening for the quiet whispers and the enticing of the spirit.  We live and a sick and dark world!  But wait… its not that bad right?  The world is not that wicked!  Tell me something, does God look upon sin with the least degree of allowance?  These people were masters and subjects to greed, powerful drugs and the sinful desires of sex and addiction.  They were selling young woman, daughters of God, as slaves to fulfill their sinful desires!  If that is not wickedness, if that does not make God shake in anger and sadness, what does?  And this sort of thing is happening all over the earth!  And more, you don’t have to look far to find similar things happening around you.  Be careful to think that the world will get much worse before the end, because I think it’s already bad enough off.  If you are waiting for things to get worse, you might miss the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes everyday and yes, the world does grow darker.  But it also grows brighter.  The bad things in this world are only to often put on the front page and published for all to see long before we see the good and great things that are growing in frequency and numbers.  But don’t bee fooled.  The light is increasing as well, and the gray area in between is shrinking smaller and smaller, ‘till soon it will be no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the father that came to the rescue of this young girl, we to have a rescuer.  The Savior is on the track and He will not abandon us.  In our darkest hours, He gives us hope, comfort and light.  Lets always trust in Him, and He will take us by the hand and lead us for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-3407484054645697267?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/3407484054645697267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-watched-movie-other-day-that-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3407484054645697267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3407484054645697267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-watched-movie-other-day-that-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/Sm_iaChvLjI/AAAAAAAAABU/DH9s5p5H_oU/s72-c/IMG_1562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-4216665087537594475</id><published>2009-07-28T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:27:56.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture for the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Matthew 7:7~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-4216665087537594475?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/4216665087537594475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/scripture-for-day_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4216665087537594475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/4216665087537594475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/scripture-for-day_28.html' title='Scripture for the day:'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-5338167316501408717</id><published>2009-07-28T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:17:50.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only Tuesday?</title><content type='html'>Aye yi yi!  It's only Tuesday and yet I'm already ready for the weekend!  It's been one of those days that you can't wait till it's over!  My little Iolly was up late last night again from his cold (throwing up again from too much phlegm) and then up early this morning.  He was so cranky all day long and would not take a nap.  Oh, wait, he did go to sleep, then his older brother decided to throw a tantrum and woke him up, that's right.  It's really hard to do anything when you have one cranky kid, but my nephew was also feeling icky today.  He wanted no one to bother him at all, so what do the kids do?  They pick on him any chance that came along, oye, what a day!&lt;div&gt;Well I'm glad it's over!  Hopefully we have a better night and tomorrow is a brighter day!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-5338167316501408717?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/5338167316501408717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5338167316501408717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/5338167316501408717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-only.html' title='It&apos;s only Tuesday?'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-3602972604356093356</id><published>2009-07-27T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:44:54.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture for the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 8:10~&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Remember that without faith you can do nothing; therefore ask in faith.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-3602972604356093356?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/3602972604356093356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/scripture-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3602972604356093356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/3602972604356093356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/scripture-for-day.html' title='Scripture for the day:'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-1986558890414101178</id><published>2009-07-27T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:03:28.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hubby is AWESOME!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Chet stayed home from work today to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ezzy's&lt;/span&gt; last tee ball game today.  Since he was home, he worked his bum off  on our yard and made it look nice again!  We kind of let our yard go, just busy with other stuff and kept putting it off.  But he made up for it today, he mowed our yard, weed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whacked&lt;/span&gt;, pulled weeds and little trees from the flower garden, took care of some wasps, cleaned our porch really nicely, and watered the yard afterwords.  He was the man today!  I'm so proud of him, he is amazing!  Thank you so much Chet!  I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-1986558890414101178?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/1986558890414101178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hubby-is-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1986558890414101178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/1986558890414101178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hubby-is-awesome.html' title='My hubby is AWESOME!!!!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-7732976304830924975</id><published>2009-07-27T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:28:27.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!!!!</title><content type='html'>While visiting with my parents tonight, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cian&lt;/span&gt; hit his head onto the corner of their china cabinet and now he has a HUGE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goose ache&lt;/span&gt; on the top of his head!  My poor little boy, he cried so hard, I hate it when my kids get hurt, makes me want to cry with them.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-7732976304830924975?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/7732976304830924975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7732976304830924975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/7732976304830924975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/ouch.html' title='Ouch!!!!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-385303886023880491</id><published>2009-07-27T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:24:47.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day for tee ball!</title><content type='html'>Well today was Ezzy's last day for tee ball, so sad and yet good at the same time.  I love to watch kids play tee ball, they are just so cute!  You just never know whats going to happen at the games.  Ezzy always watches where the ball goes before she starts running for first base.  And her cousin Aymaya, also on the same team, loves to chat to everyone and forgets to pay attention to the game. &lt;br /&gt;Usually when I go to her game, I have a bunch of kids with me, so I maybe get to see her hit once or go after the ball a few times.  The other kids with me are usually seeing what kind of trouble they can get into, so I won't miss that part.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-385303886023880491?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/385303886023880491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-day-for-tee-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/385303886023880491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/385303886023880491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-day-for-tee-ball.html' title='Last day for tee ball!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788311016678526744.post-8754959860873984279</id><published>2009-07-26T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:58:49.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in St. Anthony on Saturday and a great day at church today!</title><content type='html'>We had a blast on Saturday, we went to St. Anthony to visit some good friends and to celbrate Pioneer Day with them.  They had a pretty good parade, lots of candy for the kids.  My son, Cian, almost got ran over by some horses and a buggy, scared me to death!  He ran out to grab some candy and at the same time the person driving the horse and buggy decided to have the horses walk in circles.  They didn't see him and he was not paying any attention to us about hurrying it up.  He finally moved out of the way, before anything bad happened.  Other than that, it was great!&lt;div&gt;After the parade we went to our friend's house and prepared lunch to eat at the park.  We also got ready to do some swimming afterwards.  St. Anthony has a fun little place to go swimming for kids.  Lots of sand for them to play in too.  The kids and Chet had a blast in the water.  I got to chat with Kendra and do some catching up with her, that was so fun!  Some other friends of Kendra's showed up and I got the privilege to hold their little 3 month old while they played in the water with their other little girl.  Holding their baby made me want a baby even more!  Hopefully some day soon we can.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we was done up there we headed back home again.  That was a long ride for us!  It was only 2 hours, but our kids were very cranky and did not go to sleep!  They pretty much fought and bickered over everything they could.  Iollan tried to get out of his seat belt and we had to pull over and fix that, then he cried the rest of the way home.  I even sat next to him to try to comfort him, but that didn't work either.  Chet and I were so grateful to be home and to finally get the kids into bed!  We had a long day, a late night, and had to get up early for church today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had 2 extra kids today to take with us to church.  I think that Chet and I both kind of worried about that.  But all of the kids were awesome, even my 2 nieces and they've never been to church before.  I was so very proud of them all!  Iolly hasn't been feeling very well, so I kept him out of nursery and with me.  So we walked around for a bit.  He had to get a drink from every drinking fountain that we passed, his last time he somehow managed to drench himself!  How does that happen?  Anyways, he got bored of that so we went for a drive till church was done.  Now we are home, all the kids are sleeping and I'm trying to figure this blogging thing out.  I'm not the best writer, so I hope that I don't bore anyone, please let me know if it is so that I can have my hubby take over.  lol  Seriously though, let me know!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alma 37:37~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Counsel with the Lord in all thy doings, and he will direct thee for good; yea, when thou liest down at night lie down unto the Lord, that he may watch over you in your sleep; and when thou risest in the morning let thy heart be full of thanks unto God; and if ye do these things, ye shall be lifted up at the last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788311016678526744-8754959860873984279?l=chetjam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/feeds/8754959860873984279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-in-st-anthony-on-saturday-and-great.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8754959860873984279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788311016678526744/posts/default/8754959860873984279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chetjam.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-in-st-anthony-on-saturday-and-great.html' title='Fun in St. Anthony on Saturday and a great day at church today!'/><author><name>Parry's :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11467262999602995910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7TJJ4wL1S4/SpyXx7HZgSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5nt0-C_gug/S220/IMG_1819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
