<?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-16825056</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:47:35.939-07:00</updated><category term='And Then There Were Two'/><title type='text'>Nap Time Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>Just some random thoughts while my boys are taking a snooze...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-8443723686418562858</id><published>2008-11-13T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:28:41.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sippy and a Pup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SRzCZ5_Oo8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/iIieitgknUo/s1600-h/IMG_3641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SRzCZ5_Oo8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/iIieitgknUo/s400/IMG_3641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268299414435177410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I noticed Calvin walking around like this today and thought how much he's looking like the two year old he is about to be!  He is so content to have a sippy of milk and his puppy with him at all times.  I just love his sweet personality and the time we get to spend together in the afternoons when Ethan is at school.   It's just Calvin and Mommy, it's pretty neat to have one-on-one time with the second child.   I can't say Calvin the toddler is all hugs and kisses and cute moments, he likes to say no and yell "Mama" when he really wants things like cookies.  He also does not like Ethan within a 1 foot radius of him in the bath so he pushes on Ethan the entire time, it's kinda funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it was almost two years ago that I was sitting in the hospital on Christmas Eve wondering why I ever thought this would be a good time of year to have a baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-8443723686418562858?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/8443723686418562858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=8443723686418562858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/8443723686418562858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/8443723686418562858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/11/sippy-and-pup.html' title='Sippy and a Pup'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SRzCZ5_Oo8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/iIieitgknUo/s72-c/IMG_3641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-9002822244623157711</id><published>2008-11-03T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:48:59.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise</title><content type='html'>Travis and I went on a cruise for our 5 year anniversary that was on June 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this year. The cruise was in August and we were able to enjoy an entire week of just the two of us with no kids (thanks to Aunt Darcy) We had the best time and loved every minute of the trip.  It was so nice to spend that kind of time together which we hadn't done since our honeymoon.  Travis is my best friend and there is no one I would rather spend time with.  I love him and all that he does for me.&lt;br /&gt;The ship was the Adventure of the Seas on Royal Caribbean. The itinerary was perfect, we left out of San Juan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; Rico and spent the first day at sea then went to Barbados, St. Lucia, Antigua, St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maarten&lt;/span&gt;, and St. Thomas. On a tip from my brother Jeff we took a ferry from St. Thomas to St. John and spent the day there. We are dying to get back there some day, it was amazing. If I would have blogged about this right after the trip I would have had a lot more to say about the trip but in an effort to do some quick updates here's a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_mEJ1us4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/uQ4F-w0WRUQ/s1600-h/IMG_3173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_mEJ1us4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/uQ4F-w0WRUQ/s400/IMG_3173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264679448454542210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lovin&lt;/span&gt;' our first beach on Barbados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_mD0hW98I/AAAAAAAAAOM/c30b2fVvfSE/s1600-h/IMG_3180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_mD0hW98I/AAAAAAAAAOM/c30b2fVvfSE/s400/IMG_3180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264679442731956162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      One of the best decisions we made was to get a cabin with a balcony, we spent a lot of time out there.  It was nice to know when we were at port, and it was awesome at night to sit out there and watch the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_mDbrLXEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1QGPY3xWHgI/s1600-h/IMG_3219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_mDbrLXEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1QGPY3xWHgI/s400/IMG_3219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264679436062252098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a view of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pytons&lt;/span&gt; on St. Lucia, it reminded us a lot of Hawaii.  We took an amazing tour that wasn't booked through the cruise.  Travis found it online and we got an all day tour from some local guy named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cosal&lt;/span&gt;, it was my favorite excursion.  We got to see the entire island and they fed us  local cuisine for lunch that I'm pretty sure his girlfriend made for all of us, I still crave the coconut cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_mDBBU-MI/AAAAAAAAAN8/VJH4OvDGKxA/s1600-h/IMG_3194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_mDBBU-MI/AAAAAAAAAN8/VJH4OvDGKxA/s400/IMG_3194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264679428907399362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating a fresh banana at a plantation in St. Lucia, yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_kbqdCVoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/prqyOCnzY8E/s1600-h/IMG_3198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_kbqdCVoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/prqyOCnzY8E/s400/IMG_3198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264677653323077250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was overlooking a fishing village on the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_kbMZ8MQI/AAAAAAAAANk/VM4TKqkBibk/s1600-h/IMG_3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_kbMZ8MQI/AAAAAAAAANk/VM4TKqkBibk/s400/IMG_3230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264677645257027842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Trav&lt;/span&gt; in front of an active volcano on St. Lucia, it smelled like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sulfur&lt;/span&gt; so bad I could taste rotten eggs in my mouth, not my favorite stop but cool to see a volcano so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_ka0r1wII/AAAAAAAAANc/XLDFx0_Tkvs/s1600-h/IMG_3245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_ka0r1wII/AAAAAAAAANc/XLDFx0_Tkvs/s400/IMG_3245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264677638889652354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a beach we stopped at in Antigua, all the beaches were amazing.  On this island we took a 4x4 tour in the morning then rested on the boat, it was probably our least favorite island but looking at this picture right now I wouldn't complain if I was back there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_kaYGutbI/AAAAAAAAANU/vutcxPAqCoo/s1600-h/IMG_3251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_kaYGutbI/AAAAAAAAANU/vutcxPAqCoo/s400/IMG_3251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264677631217808818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this picture on Antigua to put on my fridge so I could look at it when I'm stressed and try to remember sitting that chair with that view, it relaxes me just looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_Y2lrDFXI/AAAAAAAAANM/rpuzwiB4nT4/s1600-h/IMG_3263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_Y2lrDFXI/AAAAAAAAANM/rpuzwiB4nT4/s400/IMG_3263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664921756603762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On to Orient beach on St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Maarten&lt;/span&gt;, or I guess St. Martin since this beach was on the French side but we docked on the Dutch side.  I had to put this picture in for my sun fearing hubby.  We always got an umbrella for Travis to park himself under so he wouldn't get sunburned, but I would usually pull my chair out for optimal sun.  If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Trav&lt;/span&gt; wasn't under the umbrella he had his rash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt; on and was snorkeling.  He did get a really funny tan about 2 inches thick where his rash guard didn't quite meet up with his swim suit.  At least he won't have skin cancer later in in life, but next time we'll budget out more cash for umbrella rentals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_nW5ksZ0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/4z2mNMRP75A/s1600-h/IMG_3266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_nW5ksZ0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/4z2mNMRP75A/s400/IMG_3266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264680870017263426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to take a shot in front of the Del Sol to honor Carrie, Tyler and Brittany.  Carrie did you work on this one in St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Maarten&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_nWOnUUzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/448xrA8HdGc/s1600-h/IMG_3275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_nWOnUUzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/448xrA8HdGc/s400/IMG_3275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264680858485543730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course a shot of the "Hey Mon"shirt purchased for Travis years ago by his grandparents when they were serving a mission on St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Maarten&lt;/span&gt;, he still has it and brought it to wear on the island.  If you're a Rhodes you understand the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;significance&lt;/span&gt; of the shirt, we spent a long time looking for an equivalent for the boys but only came up with a Hey Mon we be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;jammin&lt;/span&gt;' shirt with two drunk looking fish on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_Y2UJYgmI/AAAAAAAAANE/DTrbgZNrDes/s1600-h/IMG_3268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_Y2UJYgmI/AAAAAAAAANE/DTrbgZNrDes/s400/IMG_3268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664917051998818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the dock at St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Maarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_Y1wqKFtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GnpkvvAePs4/s1600-h/IMG_3291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_Y1wqKFtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GnpkvvAePs4/s400/IMG_3291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664907525789394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On to our last port which was St. Thomas.  We hopped on a ferry to St. John which is a U.S. Virgin Island and 2/3 of it is a national park so it is completely pristine and undeveloped.  It is  the most beautiful place I have ever been, well besides the Swiss Alps but you can't really compare them to each other.  We spent the day at Trunk Bay which has an awesome underwater trail that you can snorkel on with signs along the way to explain about the fish and corral.  It was some great snorkeling, Travis could do it for hours but I get a little freaked out when the fish come so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_Y1tYBW-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/hyd03T0ZxdM/s1600-h/IMG_3284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_Y1tYBW-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/hyd03T0ZxdM/s400/IMG_3284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664906644413410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is shot when we first got to the beach, it was empty and pretty much stayed that way the whole day.  The facilities were very nice because it was a national park and no one was walking up to you every five minutes asking you buy things.  It was one of the most perfect days I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_mEhN8nWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tv4oto4p73g/s1600-h/IMG_3330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_mEhN8nWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tv4oto4p73g/s400/IMG_3330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264679454730132834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before heading to the airport we took a tour of San Juan and stopped at an old Spanish Fort, it was pretty cool to walk around the fortress and go down into the tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_nXOTvuuI/AAAAAAAAAO0/y4bAYZeqZdU/s1600-h/IMG_3347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_nXOTvuuI/AAAAAAAAAO0/y4bAYZeqZdU/s400/IMG_3347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264680875583322850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A view of one the forts in Old San Juan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we headed to airport for a long flight home, it was so nice to see the boys again but they had a great time with Aunt Darcy.  She kept them busy with trips to the zoo and aquarium and constant entertainment from her pet bunny Winchester.  I hope we get to go on a vacation like this again some day.  We head to Hawaii in a month but this time the boys will come along and I can't wait for some more beach and sun, but I have a feeling the Hawaii trip won't be quite as relaxing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-9002822244623157711?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/9002822244623157711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=9002822244623157711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/9002822244623157711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/9002822244623157711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/11/cruise.html' title='Cruise'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ_mEJ1us4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/uQ4F-w0WRUQ/s72-c/IMG_3173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-8206687087586994684</id><published>2008-11-02T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:50:18.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Cowboys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ5XPDx2qGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/x7HdLQeIn44/s1600-h/IMG_3621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ5XPDx2qGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/x7HdLQeIn44/s400/IMG_3621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264240930666752098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Halloween!  Here's some highlights from the Halloween season with our astronaut and cowboy.  I haven't blogged in months but I hope to get back into it.  Ethan and Calvin both loved getting dressed up and getting a load of candy, Calvin was really good about putting the candy in people's buckets at trunk or treat.  It was a fun time and I can't wait to see what these little goblins will be like next year.  (our camera is doing a lot of red eye lately, sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ5WUNkmK8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/uF4EeumKOKU/s1600-h/IMG_3615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ5WUNkmK8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/uF4EeumKOKU/s400/IMG_3615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264239919683218370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      Ethan the astronaut, we added the snow boots last minute and I think they made the outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ5WTluTwSI/AAAAAAAAAME/ojFGbuIDFH4/s1600-h/IMG_3613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ5WTluTwSI/AAAAAAAAAME/ojFGbuIDFH4/s400/IMG_3613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264239908986536226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    Hot dogs were the weapon of choice for this cowboy, oh Calvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ5WTevTwgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/GJthAslIP9I/s1600-h/IMG_3574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ5WTevTwgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/GJthAslIP9I/s400/IMG_3574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264239907111682562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Our annual trip to pumpkin patch this year.&lt;br /&gt;                                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ5WSxZrrrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4i9kkQhEZDg/s1600-h/IMG_3573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ5WSxZrrrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4i9kkQhEZDg/s400/IMG_3573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264239894941380274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Ethan preferred the wheelbarrow to walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-8206687087586994684?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/8206687087586994684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=8206687087586994684' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/8206687087586994684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/8206687087586994684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/11/space-cowboys.html' title='Space Cowboys'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SQ5XPDx2qGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/x7HdLQeIn44/s72-c/IMG_3621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-234699861532082258</id><published>2008-06-07T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:41:05.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SExRmCRBOzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nat-1p0vzx0/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209628582845954866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SExRmCRBOzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nat-1p0vzx0/s400/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SExRmtHVGzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MCEievXL6wI/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209628594348038962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SExRmtHVGzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MCEievXL6wI/s400/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SExRm5Rz6vI/AAAAAAAAAKc/A8CXNs8XbIY/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209628597613226738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SExRm5Rz6vI/AAAAAAAAAKc/A8CXNs8XbIY/s400/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SExRnUgqrkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ywStPaydjyc/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209628604923293250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SExRnUgqrkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ywStPaydjyc/s400/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SExRn9OzmNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZBGlpdz3Vvg/s1600-h/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209628615854233810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SExRn9OzmNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZBGlpdz3Vvg/s400/IMG_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a long time I have been wanting to go bowling on Saturday morning with the fam. My parents were watching my brother's kids for a night so we picked up the girls and headed to Acme Bowl. The facility was built after WA state banned smoking in places like bowling alleys so it's nice and clean and doesn't stink! We had a great time and Ethan really enjoyed the bowling until about the 7th frame when he declared he was all done and proceeded to take off his bowling shoes. Sophie was all too happy to take over his half of their shared bowling turn. Alyssa beat me and came in close second to Travis. Emily and I tied, seriously I have lost my bowling skills. Calvin was a maniac and wanted to cruise down the bowling lanes, I think most of the bowling balls weighed more then him. We had a great time and I am glad we got to go with the cousins. I think it's so great that my boys have cousins and grandparents and aunts and uncles nearby to grow-up with, they even have a cousin doggy! The time will pass quickly that all of the kids are happy with the same activity we have to take advantage of this time while we can.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-234699861532082258?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/234699861532082258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=234699861532082258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/234699861532082258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/234699861532082258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/06/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SExRmCRBOzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nat-1p0vzx0/s72-c/IMG_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-5332455601628759186</id><published>2008-06-01T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:21:42.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America, America, This is You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SENkHYsnSkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EkvxrCRHCXo/s1600-h/IMG_2999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207115672221862466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SENkHYsnSkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EkvxrCRHCXo/s400/IMG_2999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it starts to approach dusk on Sunday evenings you can here one thing in our house, a three year old yelling AFV!! Ethan loves, loves, loves America's Funniest Home Videos. It is the perfect combo of babies, dogs, cats, and people falling down.  Travis and I like a little AFV as well, it brings back fond memories of our own Sunday nights as children.  Remember Bob Saget and the little clip when they told you to "send it to Saget" c'mon who doesn't love AFV?  "You're the red white and blue, the funny things you do, America, America, this is you!"  Yeah, you're welcome, I hope you have that theme song in your head all day.  And America this is you, drunk people dancing at weddings and children hitting their fathers in the groin with baseball bats, oh America you're so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan loves to watch AFV with Daddy and have a big bowl of air popped popcorn. The Rhodes family obsession with popcorn is a little crazy, if Carrie or Brittany are reading this you know what I mean. Seriously my children have been imbedded with the same popcorn desiring DNA of their forefathers. When Calvin who is just 17 months old heard the air popper come on tonight it was all he could do to get his tiny body down the stairs and to the source of the corn. Don't get me wrong I like popcorn as well but maybe there's just a little more Odom in me then Rhodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-5332455601628759186?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/5332455601628759186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=5332455601628759186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/5332455601628759186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/5332455601628759186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/06/america-america-this-is-you.html' title='America, America, This is You!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SENkHYsnSkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EkvxrCRHCXo/s72-c/IMG_2999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-4063844156301437418</id><published>2008-05-30T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:23:13.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SEDRdp8I-jI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/c_QVPSpr9IA/s1600-h/IMG_2987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206391476644805170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SEDRdp8I-jI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/c_QVPSpr9IA/s400/IMG_2987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Calvin to get a haircut yesterday, this is something I have been putting off for a long time.  He screams the whole time and I have to sit him on my lap and put him in various body holds in order for the very patient and agile stylist to get the job done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew under his mop of hair he was turning blonde, and who knew he looked so much like Ethan?  I love this kid, he's growing up too fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-4063844156301437418?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/4063844156301437418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=4063844156301437418' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/4063844156301437418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/4063844156301437418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew?'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SEDRdp8I-jI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/c_QVPSpr9IA/s72-c/IMG_2987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-2285984488158413612</id><published>2008-05-27T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:46:49.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205116141940832722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SDxJjZ8I-dI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3jRQ07eRMh0/s400/IMG_2961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ethan got his first t-ball set and loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt Darcy came for a visit, can you find her in the picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SDxKVp8I-eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bq9WaaXSSIE/s1600-h/IMG_2960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205117005229259234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SDxKVp8I-eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bq9WaaXSSIE/s400/IMG_2960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has since mastered using two hands to swing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SDxKWJ8I-fI/AAAAAAAAAJc/w1AEAXfkVVA/s1600-h/IMG_2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205117013819193842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SDxKWJ8I-fI/AAAAAAAAAJc/w1AEAXfkVVA/s400/IMG_2970.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Calvin helped with the planting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SDxKWZ8I-gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WbpXg0oL8rw/s1600-h/IMG_2974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205117018114161154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SDxKWZ8I-gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WbpXg0oL8rw/s400/IMG_2974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He likes dirt &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SDxKWp8I-hI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CuEoFynhfmE/s1600-h/IMG_2976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205117022409128466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SDxKWp8I-hI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CuEoFynhfmE/s400/IMG_2976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does Daddy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205117030999063074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SDxKXJ8I-iI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/95nhwrHzdVg/s400/IMG_2979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We ended the weekend with a bbq at friends and decided to make a last minute stop at the family bbq afterwards. Ethan went on a wagon ride with cousins and this was the end result, a face plant on the driveway. We were a little worried about a concussion but he seems fine today, it's so sad to see him all banged up. Happy Memorial Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-2285984488158413612?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/2285984488158413612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=2285984488158413612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/2285984488158413612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/2285984488158413612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SDxJjZ8I-dI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3jRQ07eRMh0/s72-c/IMG_2961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-7239562606883210044</id><published>2008-05-25T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:53:20.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Calvin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SDozJZ8I-cI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9wp3dRKlTlM/s1600-h/IMG_2930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204528556055001538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SDozJZ8I-cI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9wp3dRKlTlM/s400/IMG_2930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Calvin decided to start walking about 6 weeks ago and has really developed a personality along with his new skill.  He loves to strut around the house with some sort of object in his mouth, be it sippy cup, a toy, or keys.  He also likes to dance and play hide and go seek.  I just love that he can walk now and doesn't have to sit on public bathroom floors when I take Ethan potty.  Calvin wants to be down and walking most places we go, I realized this when we went to Ikea and he was so fussy in the stroller, turns out he just wanted to run around the store.  He's so fun and I am looking forward to a Summer of the boys running around outside while I peacefully read a book in the shade and sip on a cool drink.... that's totally going to work out right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-7239562606883210044?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/7239562606883210044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=7239562606883210044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/7239562606883210044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/7239562606883210044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-calvin.html' title='Here&apos;s Calvin!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/SDozJZ8I-cI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9wp3dRKlTlM/s72-c/IMG_2930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-8428116601739447285</id><published>2008-04-21T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:31:23.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>I am really not liking that it is Monday! I think because I lost a whole weekend with Trav on a campout and then busy Sunday with home teaching and meetings. I sat around my house on Saturday looking at all the things I could be doing and instead played with the boys and read a book. I think travelling is nice, and I loved my trip to Boston with my Mom and sisters (post coming soon) but I have the hardest time getting back into the groove. The weather here in WA doesn't help either, there were 18 different kinds of precipitation over the weekend, it makes me crazy!!! I am ready for some sunshine, warmth and a maid to come clean my house. Okay that's my rant for this Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-8428116601739447285?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/8428116601739447285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=8428116601739447285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/8428116601739447285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/8428116601739447285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/04/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-5382386300098164092</id><published>2008-03-28T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:31:06.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffin Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-3FIIE2kLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1OnNgzHMYdc/s1600-h/733px-Muffin_NIH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183015489570771122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-3FIIE2kLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1OnNgzHMYdc/s400/733px-Muffin_NIH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been thinking about my weight as of late and my frustration with the ever present "muffin top"  apparently I am not the only one who thinks of these things, the first hit on google for muffin top is the following defintion from wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muffin-top" is a generally pejorative, slang term used to describe the phenomenon of overhanging flesh when it spills over the waistline of trousers or skirt in a manner that resembles the top of a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Muffin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muffin"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muffin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; spilling over its paper casing. This generally occurs when an individual wears &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Low-rise jeans" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Low-rise_jeans"&gt;&lt;em&gt;low-rise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Hip-hugger" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip-hugger"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hip-hugger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; pants, or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Midriff" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midriff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;midriff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;-baring tops that are too small.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many people have this problem so I say be you a Costco muffin or a mini-muffin you should just embrace it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-5382386300098164092?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/5382386300098164092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=5382386300098164092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/5382386300098164092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/5382386300098164092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/03/muffin-top.html' title='Muffin Top'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-3FIIE2kLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1OnNgzHMYdc/s72-c/733px-Muffin_NIH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-4579832066387328536</id><published>2008-03-28T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:15:14.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Jenni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-3CMoE2kHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1DDBRRzqZ6A/s1600-h/DJJenni2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183012268345299058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-3CMoE2kHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1DDBRRzqZ6A/s400/DJJenni2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-3CM4E2kII/AAAAAAAAAIY/ptDesujSPUM/s1600-h/DJJenni4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183012272640266370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-3CM4E2kII/AAAAAAAAAIY/ptDesujSPUM/s400/DJJenni4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-4579832066387328536?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/4579832066387328536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=4579832066387328536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/4579832066387328536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/4579832066387328536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/03/dj-jenni.html' title='DJ Jenni'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-3CMoE2kHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1DDBRRzqZ6A/s72-c/DJJenni2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-4501587882742860218</id><published>2008-03-23T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:56:23.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter, sorta</title><content type='html'>So it's Easter Sunday and the kids are sick! They went the whole winter without any major illness, and then right when spring hits they get slammed. Both have a cough and fever and while Ethan manages to sleep a lot more with this thing, Calvin has found sleep a little difficult. We did an Easter egg hunt on Saturday morning because Ethan seemed to be a little better, but he took a turn for the worse later in the day. He also had a horrible choking incident with the hard shell candy in his egg that had me scared. I really wanted to try the whole candy and basket thing on Saturday this year to let us focus on the Savior for Sunday, but man things did not start well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Sunday morning both kids were miserable and had to stay home from church. Good thing I didn't really buy them Easter outfits this year, maybe we'll get some cute pictures next Sunday of them all spruced up. I have to say that I am sooooo lucky to have Travis, he is so great when the kids are sick.  He holds them, takes care of them and is so patient.  I think they totally prefer daddy when they are sick. We made it to Easter dinner at the folks with the Washington Odom gang, but the boys let us know when the Motrin started to wear off. I did enjoy going to church and listening to the Easter program, it was great. Well there's always next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-cyk4E2j-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/XD6HzwkB1Ek/s1600-h/IMG_2743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181165505422462946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-cyk4E2j-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/XD6HzwkB1Ek/s400/IMG_2743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          Ethan finds his first egg, trying to look triumphant despite a fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-cylIE2j_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7p6bY-0vdxU/s1600-h/IMG_2748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181165509717430258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-cylIE2j_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7p6bY-0vdxU/s400/IMG_2748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    Looking over the goods, Calvin is a little confused by it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-cyloE2kAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LNA9JUyPe3s/s1600-h/IMG_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181165518307364866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-cyloE2kAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LNA9JUyPe3s/s400/IMG_2750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      "There's candy inside these things!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-cyl4E2kBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VfszGZupK34/s1600-h/IMG_2756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181165522602332178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-cyl4E2kBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VfszGZupK34/s400/IMG_2756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, yeah, he's sick and trying to consume a chocolate bunny, maybe I get mom of the year award?  My mother-in-law told me she could always tell when her kids are sick by their eyes, and boy is she right, just look at those eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-4501587882742860218?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/4501587882742860218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=4501587882742860218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/4501587882742860218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/4501587882742860218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-sorta.html' title='Easter, sorta'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-cyk4E2j-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/XD6HzwkB1Ek/s72-c/IMG_2743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-8741987422060571849</id><published>2008-03-23T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:32:50.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavenworth, take 2</title><content type='html'>We had a great trip to a cabin in Leavenworth with the Mitchells and Rivas's. We were suppossed to go in Feb. but the passes were closed so we rescheduled for March. It was a fun time and the kids loved being in a new place. Monet asked if it was her new house, she's probably wondering when she's going to get that new house of hers! Ethan kept asking to go back and see Joseph, he pretty much decided that he would just use Joseph's name to mean anything in relation to the trip. We sledded, ate too much, enjoyed the hot tub, played games, and had a trip into the town of Leavenworth, it was a great weekend and we hope to go again next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-ct84E2j9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/FGcJ4hR0skk/s1600-h/group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181160420181184466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-ct84E2j9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/FGcJ4hR0skk/s400/group.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-ctkYE2j4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/0qbVZroqJY8/s1600-h/IMG_2703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181159999274389378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-ctkYE2j4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/0qbVZroqJY8/s400/IMG_2703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-ctk4E2j5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/gA_9tvHhb5c/s1600-h/IMG_2729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181160007864323986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-ctk4E2j5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/gA_9tvHhb5c/s400/IMG_2729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-ctlYE2j6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/4AcRbbU5MRw/s1600-h/IMG_2735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181160016454258594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-ctlYE2j6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/4AcRbbU5MRw/s400/IMG_2735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-ctloE2j7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QrtqPJ7JMwk/s1600-h/sledding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181160020749225906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-ctloE2j7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QrtqPJ7JMwk/s400/sledding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-ctmIE2j8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Wdyfw-rd0KQ/s1600-h/trav+sled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181160029339160514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-ctmIE2j8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Wdyfw-rd0KQ/s400/trav+sled.JPG" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-8741987422060571849?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/8741987422060571849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=8741987422060571849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/8741987422060571849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/8741987422060571849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/03/leavenworth-take-2.html' title='Leavenworth, take 2'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-ct84E2j9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/FGcJ4hR0skk/s72-c/group.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-576885568615337666</id><published>2008-03-10T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:23:54.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Nap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-3DgYE2kJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sqMCSl8Pss4/s1600-h/IMG_2674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183013707159343250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-3DgYE2kJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sqMCSl8Pss4/s400/IMG_2674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-3Dg4E2kKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EK5y2MV_gts/s1600-h/IMG_2675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183013715749277858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-3Dg4E2kKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EK5y2MV_gts/s400/IMG_2675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travis wanted to take Sunday nap a few weeks ago and trapped Ethan on the couch thinking Ethan would just climb down. Ethan gave up the fight of crawling over dad and just put his head down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-576885568615337666?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/576885568615337666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=576885568615337666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/576885568615337666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/576885568615337666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday-nap.html' title='Sunday Nap'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R-3DgYE2kJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sqMCSl8Pss4/s72-c/IMG_2674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-5401951367137276720</id><published>2008-02-26T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:25:04.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little pick me up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R8RJvGTn9TI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OXTY2TAblog/s1600-h/fam+snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171339345623774514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R8RJvGTn9TI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OXTY2TAblog/s400/fam+snow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made it up to the snow on Saturday for a bit of fun.  Jeff and April were staying at a cabin and we went up for a little visit.  Travis was on a campout at Ensign so Dad and Jeff ran and got him and he was able to meet up with us.  We had fun in the insane amount of snow they have up there and it gave us a nice test run for our upcoming weekend at the cabin in Leavenworth.  Ethan did pretty good and liked sledding but then he got tired and angry that the snow wasn't prime for making snowmen and wanted to go inside, I learned that when my kids are done with the snow they are DONE!  It was a gorgeous day and so beautiful, it helped to lift my spirits which have been down a lot lately, I think it's a mixture of Ethan's recent diagnosis, the weather and my overall inability to find contentment in my life, but looking at this picture helps me realize that life is good despite our little trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-5401951367137276720?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/5401951367137276720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=5401951367137276720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/5401951367137276720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/5401951367137276720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-pick-me-up.html' title='A little pick me up...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R8RJvGTn9TI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OXTY2TAblog/s72-c/fam+snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-3954957372277575096</id><published>2008-02-26T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:11:24.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked Out</title><content type='html'>It was a normal Monday for me yesterday.  I had tons of laundry to do and other house projects because I fully neglected all of my chores over the weekend, it was too nice of weather!  Ethan had gotten home from school and I him on the potty with Calvin nearby.  I ran out to the garage to take out a diaper and when I went to get back in the door was locked.  I was sure that I didn't lock it on my way out but I could not get it open.  I had no shoes on and was not showered as it had been a cleaning day, luckily I had all the proper supports on if you know what I mean.  Anyways I ran around the house trying all the doors and it was the one time I was upset that I am a little nuerotic and always lock the doors when I'm home so some man doesn't come in unannouced and start attacking us!  I could hear Ethan yelling from the potty and Calvin at the door crying wondering why I wasn't back inside yet.  So I ran next door to the neighbor's to use her phone.  She was totally helpful and my phone calls brought no help.  My mom has a spare key but she was in Idaho, the spare was in her house but I couldn't get ahold of anyone to run up there and get it for me, Travis works 30 miles away and rode the vanpool to work so it wasn't like he could run home to help me, and the 911 operator told me to break a window myself.  Okay I know I can break a window I just thought that with the two little ones in the house the fire department would be willing to help me, don't they have cool ways of breaking into homes?  Here's the best part, I went to the door with a hammer ready to break the handle when I tried it one more time and it finally gave and opened.  The lock was broken, which Travis said he noticed the night before but failed to mention to me, I was happy to not have caused any major damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were in one piece, Ethan was still on the potty and Calvin had taken an entire roll of toilet paper and torn it to shreds, at least they were entertained.  I had a few realizations in that moment.  First, I totally loose my calm very easily and it doesn't help in situations when I need to think straight.  Second, I need a spare key hidden around the exterior of my house, I can't rely on others to keep a spare. Third, I need to change our door knobs so that Ethan can open them more easily despite his low muscle tone.  In the end I am a little embarassed about how I handled it, but that's me, I tend to freak out way too easily, it's experiences like these that help me to learn that generally things are going to work out just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-3954957372277575096?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/3954957372277575096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=3954957372277575096' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/3954957372277575096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/3954957372277575096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/02/locked-out.html' title='Locked Out'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-8930726008754401098</id><published>2008-02-06T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:51:01.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Birthday Calvin</title><content type='html'>Calvin's first birthday was on Christmas Eve.  I had no idea how to make this one special, last year I just started crying when I realized I was in labor, the guilt about his birthday already started.  So we made smiley face pancakes (Odom fam tradition) and sung happy b-day in the morning.  Followed by a quick cake stint that night at the family dinner between the Christmas Eve dinner and Nativity play by the cousins.  Needless to say it was nothing compared to Ethan's first (see on post on &lt;a href="http://cornpancakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;cornpancakes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;).  I don't think Calvin cared much, but someday he will, any suggestions for celebrating a Christmas Eve b-day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qa1Eytu_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/JX3MZjX26cA/s1600-h/IMG_2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164110159343893490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qa1Eytu_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/JX3MZjX26cA/s400/IMG_2489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qa10ytvAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KhBafKux4nQ/s1600-h/IMG_2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164110172228795394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qa10ytvAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KhBafKux4nQ/s400/IMG_2490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qa2EytvBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AwleaVs2EZw/s1600-h/IMG_2497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164110176523762706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qa2EytvBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AwleaVs2EZw/s400/IMG_2497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qa2kytvCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9DkHjA-m3zs/s1600-h/IMG_2509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164110185113697314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qa2kytvCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9DkHjA-m3zs/s400/IMG_2509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qa20ytvDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tmhn1aitlLo/s1600-h/IMG_2531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164110189408664626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qa20ytvDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tmhn1aitlLo/s400/IMG_2531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   What a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-8930726008754401098?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/8930726008754401098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=8930726008754401098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/8930726008754401098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/8930726008754401098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/02/merry-birthday-calvin.html' title='Merry Birthday Calvin'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qa1Eytu_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/JX3MZjX26cA/s72-c/IMG_2489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-4029597008466373037</id><published>2008-01-28T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:28:23.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BDB Bliss</title><content type='html'>I took a trip in January to DC to reunite with my beloved girlfriends. These are the girls that new me as many things, namely Jenni-O, J-O, and Baby Odom. I don't think we ever use each other's real names when around one another. We mostly all met in our freshman ward at BYU. Steph and I have known each other since our fateful meeting at girls camp just before starting high school and Kim and Ann Marie met I believe in elementary school, other than that we all met at the B-Y in Heritage Halls. The story of the BDB (that's what we call ourselves, and no I can't tell you what it stands for) is a great one. We keep in touch monthly thanks to Amber and her wonderful newsletter, it really is a labor of love, it's like getting a mini-scrapbook every month. We haven't all been physically together in one place since Steph-Dogg's wedding in April of '02. Since that day we have all graduated college, Ann served a mission in Brazil and there have been 3 more weddings. Don't think we haven't been busy in the procreation department either the count as of now is 7 BDB babies with two more on the way, we're a busy bunch and Ann is about to start her PhD.&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe how amazing it was to be with my girls, I seriously love these women and they have been such a huge part of my life. We talked about a lot of memories and laughed A LOT. I chose to forget some of the more unfortunate characteristics of boys that I dated, but they gladly reminded me. Okay let it be known that I dated a guy that wore a Disneyland jacket complete with the Disney characters embroidered on the back, what of it? We pretty much accomplished our agenda on the trip: eat, sleep, and be merry. It was 5 days of no kids and little responsibility. We got to shop and see some great parts of our nations capitol. I think the highlight for me was all going to the DC temple together and being in the celestial room together as dear friends. It was a testimony to me that the Lord puts people in our lives to make it fuller and happier and how amazing it will be to all be together some day on the other side of the veil, I don't think the party will ever stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160751469148617554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R56sHkytu1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/IQIptNZMR-4/s400/IMG_2565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                      The BDB: Steph, Kim, Jenni, Amber, Ann, Charise&lt;br /&gt;                                             aka: Dogg, Kimmy, O, Bur, AM, Reese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qTE0ytu7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MOmWpxpLa7M/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp%253B5%253Dot%253E237%253A%253D6%253B7%253D449%253DXROQDF%253E2323%253B%253A2385553ot1lsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164101633833810866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qTE0ytu7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MOmWpxpLa7M/s400/232323232%257Ffp%253B5%253Dot%253E237%253A%253D6%253B7%253D449%253DXROQDF%253E2323%253B%253A2385553ot1lsi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Getting ready to see some monuments&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qTE0ytu8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/s4badSzFv2w/s1600-h/BDB+temple+trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164101633833810882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qTE0ytu8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/s4badSzFv2w/s400/BDB+temple+trip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Steph's husband was at the temple that day to do baptisms with the youth so we made him  take our pick, it was the only husband sighting all weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qTFEytu9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/L8602KByFZk/s1600-h/Bdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164101638128778194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qTFEytu9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/L8602KByFZk/s400/Bdb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     I have always said the Potomac brews romance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qTFkytu-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sDJRxkwCHCY/s1600-h/Lincoln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164101646718712802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qTFkytu-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sDJRxkwCHCY/s400/Lincoln.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             The Lincoln on MLK day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R56sIEytu2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/bE--sVKoQvc/s1600-h/IMG_2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160751477738552162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R56sIEytu2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/bE--sVKoQvc/s400/IMG_2585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               It was a cold day, January is not prime outdoor weather in DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R56sIkytu3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/rZWRa7FeiKM/s1600-h/IMG_2593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160751486328486770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R56sIkytu3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/rZWRa7FeiKM/s400/IMG_2593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              While I fully respect all veterens the Korean War memorial is eerie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R56sNkytu4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/sNkgKtj3kXQ/s1600-h/IMG_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160751572227832706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R56sNkytu4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/sNkgKtj3kXQ/s400/IMG_2579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Gotta love some Abe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R56sN0ytu5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/qtzUJGIKAkQ/s1600-h/IMG_2614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160751576522800018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R56sN0ytu5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/qtzUJGIKAkQ/s400/IMG_2614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                      (this the shot of them as I walked out of the bathroom, it had been a long day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164101620948908962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R6qTEEytu6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/5qlxFNPHuCw/s400/Ann+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There's nothing better then Ann's cooking, this was so reminiscent of roomie days, it was Sunday night, we had all gone to the singles ward (Ann's choice, the DC wards are full of some very elegible men, and I tried to get Steph to not wear her wedding ring 7 months prego and be our Juno but it was a no go.)  Ann made us dinner and an amazing dessert followed by a concert later of the talents of Kim, Ann, and Amber's singing along with Michelle, and a guy friend of theirs, Tim.  Steph, Charise and I were brought to tears listening to their voices together again, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-4029597008466373037?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/4029597008466373037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=4029597008466373037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/4029597008466373037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/4029597008466373037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2008/01/bdb-bliss.html' title='BDB Bliss'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R56sHkytu1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/IQIptNZMR-4/s72-c/IMG_2565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-6789817371854883064</id><published>2007-12-18T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:38:02.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No,No,No!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R2iffcg6tYI/AAAAAAAAADc/HrhsfLV-jnw/s1600-h/EthanSanta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145537936849810818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R2iffcg6tYI/AAAAAAAAADc/HrhsfLV-jnw/s400/EthanSanta.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to our ward's Christmas party Saturday night and Santa paid the kids a little visit. It was literal chaos in the primary room and I thought Ethan would be ecstatic to sit upon Santa's lap, but I think this picture proves otherwise. There goes my big idea to take the boys to the mall to see Santa and get pictures, I guess maybe next year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-6789817371854883064?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/6789817371854883064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=6789817371854883064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/6789817371854883064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/6789817371854883064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2007/12/nonono.html' title='No,No,No!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R2iffcg6tYI/AAAAAAAAADc/HrhsfLV-jnw/s72-c/EthanSanta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-1889419490732986623</id><published>2007-12-15T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T08:30:36.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty...Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R2P_r8g6tXI/AAAAAAAAADU/XkKoBfIE7wM/s1600-h/IMG_2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144236329830888818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R2P_r8g6tXI/AAAAAAAAADU/XkKoBfIE7wM/s400/IMG_2341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So Ethan has started to show some interest in the potty. He has come to me a few times now and said "Mommy, potty, candy". He knows if he goes on the potty he gets some candy for a reward, if a couple of dum-dums gets me out of buying two sets of diapers then bring it on! This could be a very long process, but it's step in the right direction. Here's to hoping! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-1889419490732986623?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/1889419490732986623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=1889419490732986623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/1889419490732986623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/1889419490732986623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2007/12/pottycandy.html' title='Potty...Candy'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/R2P_r8g6tXI/AAAAAAAAADU/XkKoBfIE7wM/s72-c/IMG_2341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-3201027941939692033</id><published>2007-11-17T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:14:47.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And So It Begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/Rz9kK6kTQoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BTBX3oiN0Po/s1600-h/IMG_2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133932238908637826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/Rz9kK6kTQoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BTBX3oiN0Po/s400/IMG_2229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We went to a farmer's market last weekend and Ethan spotted an awesome football cookie he wanted.  We waited in line for quite some time to purchase the cookie.  Ethan was pumped! We put him back in the stroller and Calvin immediately steals the cookie and begins eating it.  This has been happening a lot lately.  Whatever Ethan gets in his hands Calvin launches an immediate attack to take the item.  The rivalry between these boys and the constant battle for "mine" has begun.  Ethan has started yelling "no mine" and takes the item back, he even pushed Calvin a few times this week.  We as parents couldn't be more proud, is it bad that we find it a little entertaining to watch them"fight"?  Of course we'll step in when it gets to be too much and I have tried to teach the sharing concept.  But they're boys, this is what they do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's helping Ethan learn to stick up for himself and Calvin is already giving us a glimpse of what's in store.  In the last 24 hours he has emptied the container of wipies, gotten into the wastebasket and dined on some used Kleenex, and fallen down a complete flight of stairs.  I realized this morning I have entered a new stage with Calvin, and so it begins...&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/16825056-3201027941939692033?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/3201027941939692033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=3201027941939692033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/3201027941939692033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/3201027941939692033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And So It Begins...'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/Rz9kK6kTQoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BTBX3oiN0Po/s72-c/IMG_2229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-460840744235468955</id><published>2007-11-16T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:08:44.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/Rz4baKkTQnI/AAAAAAAAACs/ttFSZZWnX_Q/s1600-h/IMG_2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/Rz4JVKkTQmI/AAAAAAAAACk/lk7dZG8je1M/s1600-h/IMG_2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133550884467458658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/Rz4JVKkTQmI/AAAAAAAAACk/lk7dZG8je1M/s400/IMG_2316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boy Ethan, what a sweetheart. There really is something so special about our sweet little boy. Ethan has had some trials already in his short life and I don't think he even knows it yet. After a recent trip to the specialist my mind is filled with so many thoughts that I just need to get them out. The blog is perfect because no one reads this and well I think Travis is tired of my mindless babbling that seems to have no coherent thought to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we do know about Ethan is that he has hypotonia or low muscle tone. He has struggled physically to keep up and yet he always manages to make it to each milestone, just a little later. More recently his speech, or lack thereof, has become more of a concern. I worry for my boy, it makes my heartbreak every time I see him not playing with other kids because he just can't keep up. He gets picked on, but in true Ethan nature he just goes on loving those that hurt him. It's like he doesn't even realize that he is a little different. A normal day like today of a playgroup type activity always leaves me a little worn out just worrying about him. He seems to have fun and is much better now than he used to be at staying with the crowd. But I know that other parents might wonder if something is wrong with him as he sits there flapping his hands with excitement. So what is it with our boy other than that he is a little delayed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the doctor hoping for more answers this time. He wants to do more tests, a lot of them, the one that scares me the most is the MRI. Here's my dilemma, does it really matter that we give Ethan a label? The kid is in developmental preschool four days a week, he is gone for 16 hours a week, it's like he has a part-time job at age 3! I miss him when he's gone, and boy is Calvin excited to see him when he gets home. So many of the tests the doctor wants to do are a stretch, I really have always felt at peace that Ethan will be okay. Maybe we just need to let him be a toddler. He does things that I think any other kid would do, lets face it kids are weird! So much of what Ethan does though we look at as abnormal because we have put that label on him since he was 10 months old. "He's not like other kids", but what if Ethan didn't have low tone, and physically was fine but just had a speech delay, would we be so worried about him? Is it because I have had a pit in my stomach since he was six months old that I am just accustomed to assuming the worst for him? AHH, if I only I knew what was in store for this boy. I guess that's why we need to do the testing, if anything it will give us some answers of how things may play out for the future, not really changing anything we are doing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish so many things for Ethan. I hope he can play soccer because he loves it, thanks to Travis, I hope he can go to school and be in a mainstream class and by age six you would never know he had these issues getting started in life. I know I need to turn so much of this over to the Lord, sometimes I feel like He gave me a stewardship one of his most valiant children and I don't think I can measure up. What if I'm doing it all wrong, what if I am just making it harder for Ethan? I have always struggled with personal revelation, always not knowing if I am feeling what I want to feel as opposed to what I need to. I know Heavenly Father has a plan for Ethan, I just hope I have enough faith to trust in it. Am I looking too much to the doctor, have I even really prayed for help with this burden of fear and doubt? So many questions with so little action, it's always my problem. I think we will move forward with more testing for Ethan, with the option to back out if we need to. The anesthesia will make him so sick for the MRI, that's why I am nervous about making him go through it. Sometimes it's hard to make these decision as the parent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan is progressing great though, he is developing more and more language and seems to be more in touch with the world around him. The kid is funny, I mean he really knows when he is doing something that will make us laugh, someday we'll get to know what's in that head of his. We love him and adore him, I guess that just has to be enough at the end of the day. I hope to find the balance between excessive worry and indifference to his delays. Ethan is healthy and really seems to be happy with the way things are in his world, I need to remember that, he is healthy and happy, so stop worrying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/16825056-460840744235468955?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/460840744235468955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=460840744235468955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/460840744235468955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/460840744235468955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-boy-ethan-what-sweetheart.html' title='My Sweet Boy'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/Rz4JVKkTQmI/AAAAAAAAACk/lk7dZG8je1M/s72-c/IMG_2316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-1580175756041822758</id><published>2007-06-07T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:50:02.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And Then There Were Two'/><title type='text'>And then there were Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/RmspUoEI2hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/P3eAPckjIlM/s1600-h/family+Pic+Orcas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074194839491893778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/RmspUoEI2hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/P3eAPckjIlM/s400/family+Pic+Orcas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay so now I have two boys and life is a little more hectic since my last post in November 2005. Ethan is a full blown toddler with a rap sheet a mile long and Calvin is almost 6 months and ready to add to the chaos. They are both napping right now so that's amazing, and while I could be doing dishes or some other chore I am wandering the internet and taking a break. I want to get back into this blogging bit so stay tuned for more entries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/16825056-1580175756041822758?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/1580175756041822758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=1580175756041822758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/1580175756041822758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/1580175756041822758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-so-now-i-have-two-boys-and-life-is.html' title='And then there were Two!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyiAQFKcZ4M/RmspUoEI2hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/P3eAPckjIlM/s72-c/family+Pic+Orcas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-113186049492929176</id><published>2005-11-12T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:43:15.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Shakin' It Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I spend most of my time at home I have found a few items that have drastically changed my life. I have been scared to get back on and blog about something because I feel like I have nothing interesting to write about. But hey the simplest of things can really shake up a stay at home mom's life. Go ahead and read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved into a new house this summer and with that were able to purchase a washer and dryer. This is perhaps the best purchase we have ever made. We decided to spring for the front loading set, and while they were more pricey they have saved us money on our energy and water bill. We also got rebates from the electric and water companies in our area for purchasing them. I can't tell you how wonderful it is to have a huge washer! In our last apartment it took me two days to do laundry because I could only wash about two pairs of pants at a time with the stacked models. Adding a spitty baby to the mix only doubled my laundry needs. Now I do half the amount of loads and can set the washer on delay so it starts up to 14 hours after I set it, so nice for when I am going to bed and the clothes are ready to throw in the dryer in the morning. Which brings me to my next point, the dryer...It dries the clothes so fast and doesn't get super hot like my other dryers which I believe is easier on the clothes. Both the washer and dryer have a about a million settings for any type of item, including a hand-wash cycle which I use all the time. I never knew how much this could change my life, and believe me I know how pathetic I must sound. I just get giddy sometimes when I think of how much laundry I don't have to do. There's even a drying rack I can place in the dryer so that my items don't fly around, I was able to wash some running shoes and dry them and they looked brand new even though they are five years old. My favorite part has to be knowing that my towels get dry because of course they have their own setting. Before it would take me 3 tries to get those things dry and then they would stink. I once had a house guest that I noticed was wearing a lot of cologne, turns out he wanted to cover up the moldy smell the towel had given him. I was mortified and discovered that all of my towels smelled bad. If anything the washer and dryer were worth it to save me from being the moldy towel lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next item is the new stroller that I recently bought for my son. Ethan had kind of out grown needing the big Graco stroller and it was a beast to get around the mall. It was nice when he was an infant and I could snap his carrier into it, and then as he got older he could lie down in the stroller itself comfortably. Now he is a big guy and I needed a more compact stroller. Getting Travis convinced was difficult, after all it would be our fourth stroller. We had an umbrella and a jogger plus the Graco. But the umbrella didn't recline or have a basket or sun shade. This new stroller has it all plus it folds up like an umbrella stroller so it is perfect for travel. It is made by Britax which makes the best car seats out there. They just came out with a stroller line and I was lucky to find it online. It was only $99 while the Maclarens I had been looking at were 150-200. I am so glad we bought it, and I love having it on all of my outings. Ethan can sleep in it and it has plenty of storage. I also recently traveled with it and it was a breeze to have in the airport. It is a sporty red color that makes me feel like a hip mom, and believe me I need all the help I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final item is the long camisole and t-shirt. My friend sells them for one of those companies out of Utah and I went to a party and decided to try one out. It has been great to have something to cover up the garments and make up for the jeans that are constantly slipping below my non-existent hips and making a plumber out of me. I have been able to bust out some shirts that I had all together given up on. I went on to buy a few more cami's and t's. Thank you Utah multi-level marketing schemers, you have made a modest woman out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-113186049492929176?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/113186049492929176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=113186049492929176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/113186049492929176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/113186049492929176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2005/11/shakin-it-up-now-that-i-spend-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16825056.post-112693169091466432</id><published>2005-09-16T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:56:25.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the MV</title><content type='html'>Purchasing our first home was at best bittersweet. We love our town of Maple Valley, with its trees and small town feel, and of course a home we could afford. We miss our friends in Issaquah, the ability to call maintenance when there are mice in your heaters and the closer proximity to Microsoft. We discovered this week that we have a mole or gopher that has taken to our front yard.  &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.newcelebritystudios.com/poohsrainforest/gofer.gif" border="0" /&gt;My first reaction was to call maintenance, of course that doesn't exist in home ownership, except in the form of an exterminator which Travis insists will cost 400-500 dollars. He knows a thing or two after selling pest control service door to door for a summer. My next reaction is to call my dad, the new maintenance guy. I just figure we don't know what we're dealing with and could use some advice. Much like when I call my mom when I am having a new mom moment and don't know what to do with a teething baby. Apparently men don't call others for advice when it comes to new homeowner moments. So we headed off to our little hardware store on the corner and look into some mole/gopher control. I have never been an animal activist of any sort, and I fully support the extermination of rodents in the home. I had no idea that moles and gophers deserved the most inhumane traps that are out there. The one we finally purchased simply slices and dices them. The trap has been in place all week with no results. I am starting to like our little friend(s) and don't mind the huge mounds of dirt. I guess I just keep picturing the gopher from Winnie the Pooh, he may be grumpy, but hey if Pooh can live with 'em so can I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16825056-112693169091466432?l=jrho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/feeds/112693169091466432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16825056&amp;postID=112693169091466432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/112693169091466432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16825056/posts/default/112693169091466432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jrho.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-in-mv.html' title='Life in the MV'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03910288448355441070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
