<?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-8295089370635000208</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:29:56.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boysen Team</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-1673560777547606563</id><published>2010-04-29T20:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T07:24:54.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Dawna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/S9o3MfrpASI/AAAAAAAAAQg/goh2kTWhhAI/s1600/dawna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465741785570017570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/S9o3MfrpASI/AAAAAAAAAQg/goh2kTWhhAI/s320/dawna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Dawna is one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; Fabulous teachers this year. She is one of the kindest women I have met in a long time. Today, she lost her life in a car accident on her way to work. And as I picked up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; from school today, we all cried in the halls. We keep saying things like, God's ways are higher than our ways, and God will be glorified through this... Right now... I don't care! How does a mommy get taken from her babies??? Two beautiful babies who will never again be kissed by their mommy, and who will never again be tucked in at night by their mommy. A husband left to face life as a single dad. Who probably didn't even get to do much more than give his wife a quick kiss goodbye before work this morning. A sweet little 3 year old girl who will grow up with out her mom by her side. And a handsome little man who will probably not have any memories of his mommy. It's not fair!!! It's not fair!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am surprised that I still DAILY think of Jenny Bazillion. I didn't even know her. But I just couldn't believe God would take such an amazing woman from this world in such a shocking, hurtful way. Leaving her family to deal with life without a wife, and without a Mommy. I am reminded by her DAILY to give my kids a little extra love even when I am tired, or angry, or frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; aching as I lay my kids down for bed tonight, to think these ladies' kids are going to bed without that kiss from mommy. What would my family, especially my children do with out me??? And how can their families manage with out them? It is NOT FAIR!!!! I can't understand. My heart is broken for these families. If you read this, please just say a prayer for them. For these precious men who have to explain why Mom is not there. And for these babies (and young ladies) who are left behind.&lt;br /&gt;We love you Miss Dawna, and we will miss your smiling face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-1673560777547606563?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1673560777547606563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2010/04/miss-dawna.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1673560777547606563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1673560777547606563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2010/04/miss-dawna.html' title='Miss Dawna'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/S9o3MfrpASI/AAAAAAAAAQg/goh2kTWhhAI/s72-c/dawna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-1588907425852308687</id><published>2010-03-26T22:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:32:08.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The big 3-0</title><content type='html'>I am so excited to FINALLY post this! I still get a little frustrated with myself that this has taken so long. I mean, I have been working out and eating better (not "right", just better) for over a year and a half! But it is always so nice to meet a goal. THIRTY pounds GONE!!!! I sure would like to lose 5 more before summer. We'll see! I still don't think I will be wearing a bikini. I am a little too jiggly after3 babies. Maybe next year after some body sculpting and a little plastic surgery it might be a different story. LOL But for now. I am happy with myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                     First TEN down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453149305155169810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/S616ZqjxLhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FffQ3hqJRWk/s320/DSC08607.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                     TWENTY down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453149308188468994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/S616Z129pwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LzEYZVv75bU/s320/DSC08674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                    THIRTY down!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453149318084511250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/S616aauXRhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pNkiPRe-sdk/s320/DSC08860.JPG" /&gt;On a side note... What the heck happened to my feet??? They used to be so cute. I think they grew 5 sizes through each pregnancy! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8295089370635000208-1588907425852308687?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1588907425852308687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/ther-big-3-0.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1588907425852308687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1588907425852308687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/ther-big-3-0.html' title='The big 3-0'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/S616ZqjxLhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FffQ3hqJRWk/s72-c/DSC08607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-1704735979108857039</id><published>2010-03-01T18:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:12:24.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cycle</title><content type='html'>We have the ugliest cycle going on in our house. It makes me sick even to tell about it. I wake up every swearing, "today will be a better day with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt;" And nearly every day, it is not. : ( It seems to start the second she gets home. I vow each day to greet her with a smile when she gets home from school. And usually I do. But that is where things seem to always go wrong. When I ask her about her day she usually mumbles something about why her walk home was bad, slams her bag on the table and for one reason or another gripes, yells, or rolls her eyes at Thain. And that is my button that usually does it. I start with a polite, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sorry if you had a bad day. But we shouldn't come home and be mean to our family." Then she does her homework. From there, lately it is CONSTANT whining! My reaction to this is the part of the cycle *I* need to change.  I don't handle whining well. One of my BIGGEST pet peeves. Especially coming form my almost 10 year old! "mom, why can't I stay on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;?" " MOM, I don't want that for dinner" Mom, I don't want to clean my room" All said in the WHINIEST voice you could muster. The first few, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; smile and say. "I'm sorry" but after about 2 hours of it I. AM. DONE! For instance. Tonight, she has been in the shower SCREAMING because the water is too cold in the shower. I told her to turn the cold water down (hello, she has been taking showers on her own since she was 6) Each time she would yell at me that the cold water was off and continue just screaming, "But it's cold, I don't want to take a shower" over and over. I went in, guess what... turned the cold water down. (random example, but that's what is happening as I am typing) And I end up by the end of the evening being so tired of grouchy, whining, bad attitude that instead of spending EXTRA time with her (which is what I KNOW she needs) I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; want her in bed and quiet! A couple of nights a week, I try to talk to her about how WE, together can break this cycle. She usually smirks and shrugs. Then I get ticked because she thinks it's all so funny. I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of this is regular &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-teen stuff. But I can't handle it. I can't handle disrespect. I can't handle &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; feeling like a bad mom to her. I can't handle the way the tension of the house changes when she gets home every day. And I know I am the adult. And I am the one that needs to change. But like I say, It is a cycle. And so far I haven't been able to change it. Just so frustrated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-1704735979108857039?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1704735979108857039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/cycle.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1704735979108857039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1704735979108857039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/cycle.html' title='cycle'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-4391983943263453199</id><published>2010-01-05T13:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:19:30.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>getting there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I never post any more. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jsut&lt;/span&gt; in case any one is wondering how it is going, I thought I would go ahead and do a recap. : ) I am feeling so good! I am absolutely NOT where I thought I would be after a full year of working out. But I am SO MUCH better than I was a year ago! I started out 14 months ago weighing over 158 pounds. Couldn't blame it on the baby any more. I thought I would lose 20 pounds easy as pie, then have a few more to work off. BOY was I WRONG. It took about 3 months to even lose 5 lbs! It was pretty frustrating at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;, and there were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of times that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jsut&lt;/span&gt; wanted to give up. But I haven't. I have built a pretty solid routine of going to the gym, and change tiny parts of my eating habits. And now 14 months later I am down to 135lbs. I WAS 133 before the holidays but with all the hustle and bustle my works out took a time out. I actually was pretty happy with only gaining 2 lbs when I didn't work out for over a MONTH! My goal for January is to get back to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;regular&lt;/span&gt; schedule of going to the gym AT LEAST 4 days a week (hopefully 5, but hard to find time) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ANd&lt;/span&gt; to get into the 120s. It sounds so easy, all I have to do is lose 6 lbs this month, but I had been at 133 since Sept and didn't go down! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. SO I am taking this whole month to really concentrate on me and what *I* need. I am so excited about the next leg of this journey. I mean, hello, I lost 25 lbs last year, If I lose 15 more, I will be a thin 120lbs! And I don't expect to do it quickly. I mean, shoot, If I am 35 years old and 120 pounds I am happy with that. I don't need to stress myself, and make myself think it all has to be done in a month. It is about building habits that I can live with. Not losing the weight quickly and having to FIGHT to keep it off. Don't get me wrong, My HOPE is to lose it by March ( I mean, come on, it is FIVE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FREAKIN&lt;/span&gt; pounds a month, totally doable) But if I don't I won't beat myself up about it. I will end this with c&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ouple&lt;/span&gt; of pics. The first of me, about a year ago feeling yucky and fat. and the second a little more recent feeling a little bit better about myself. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423352012335378786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/S0Od68smcWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ijLY8tSrmx0/s320/DSC07786.e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423352448045152514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/S0OeUT15-QI/AAAAAAAAAP4/nwl34NHPqzU/s320/cDSC_9771.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-4391983943263453199?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/4391983943263453199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-there.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4391983943263453199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4391983943263453199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-there.html' title='getting there'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/S0Od68smcWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ijLY8tSrmx0/s72-c/DSC07786.e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-5944421090407594252</id><published>2009-11-16T20:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:21:36.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving</title><content type='html'>I have been strongly convicted recently, that the theme of our family Christmas needs to be "giving." We are incredibly blessed to be a family of six, on a single, stable income. Of course we struggle here and there. But it is never the kind of struggle where we have to ask "should we pay the electric bill, or the insurance this month?" Our struggle is more of us not putting money away for the kids future, and not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;keeping a&lt;/span&gt; 6 month &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reserve&lt;/span&gt; in the savings account. But other than that, we do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. And our children have SO MUCH! There are some things they do without, but not because we can't afford them, but because we choose not to spend our money on those particular things.  I can't even imagine the thought of my children not having enough to eat, or not having warm clothes when it gets cold. We are very blessed. And it is hard for me to imagine that there are families RIGHT HERE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; DO worry about those things. And I realize that if it is hard for ME to grasp, my children  surely can't understand it. The kids know that we donate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of stuff to charities, but I don't th&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ink&lt;/span&gt; they actually know, or understand where that stuff goes, or who gets it. I have thought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; about how to teach my kids about giving this year. I want something a little bit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;closer&lt;/span&gt; to home. Even the angel tree, they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; drop the stuff off at the mall, and don't have any idea what happens to it after that. SO this year, I have contacted The kids school and asked if they have any specific families that are in need. Even I was a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; when they said they have many! It hurts my heart to think that kids, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;THEIR&lt;/span&gt; FRIENDS, have to go to school hungry, because they can't afford enough food. We will not know the name of the family, and will give &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anonymously&lt;/span&gt;. But I think it is good for the kids to know the things we are giving are going to someone who really needs them, and that they go to their school. Hunger, and poverty are not far away. I tend to think everyone is like us. They struggle a little, but can always make it work. But that is not the case. There are people, in our own backyards, struggling to feed and clothe their children. And kids who don't get to go home and play on the computer, or eat snacks twice a day, or have a safe car to get to school in. I don't want my kids to grow up thinking they are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;entitled&lt;/span&gt; to their things. I want them to appreciate them. Also, and more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;importantly&lt;/span&gt; I want my children to have a spirit of giving... of KNOWING how lucky they are and wanting to pass &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blessings&lt;/span&gt; on to others, with a joyful heart. This will not only be a good lesson for the kids, but for me as well. Sometimes I get so caught up in what my kids "need" that I forget they have MORE than they will ever NEED.  I am praying for my family this year to not worry so much about what we get, or what we want. But to be able to focus more on what others need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-5944421090407594252?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5944421090407594252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/5944421090407594252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/5944421090407594252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving.html' title='Giving'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-2726888395866842629</id><published>2009-09-09T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:55:30.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>practical motivation</title><content type='html'>Here is a quick little bit of practical motivation. Today, I added 8 minutes of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stairmaster&lt;/span&gt; to my 45 minute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; routine. What can 8 minutes do??? Well, in 8 minutes I burn about 100 calories. I know that on my body,  burning 800 calories equals about -1lb! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt;... by adding only 8 minutes to 4 of my work outs a week (and what's 53 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; compared to 45??) then every month I will lose and extra 2 lbs! So instead of losing 6 lbs this month I will lose 8! And 8 puts me half way to my remaining goal of 15lbs! 8 minutes guys! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-2726888395866842629?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2726888395866842629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/09/practical-motivation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/2726888395866842629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/2726888395866842629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/09/practical-motivation.html' title='practical motivation'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-223254525829871541</id><published>2009-08-18T20:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:56:15.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;here is my new motivation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371487560281124978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sotbegn8cHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YVE4c1jv1VM/s320/DSC08664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-223254525829871541?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/223254525829871541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/08/motivation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/223254525829871541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/223254525829871541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/08/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sotbegn8cHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YVE4c1jv1VM/s72-c/DSC08664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-4545329727814596306</id><published>2009-08-14T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:56:16.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So, here is a quick update on how I have been doing. I seem to get stuck on certain #s right now I am stuck on 141... My goal was to be 139 by the end of June... Then I stretched it to July, and here it is the middle of August and I am still that same weight. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it, because at least the # isn't going up. And I know it is totally my fault. The last several weeks I haven't been on any type of schedule. I get to the gym when I can, but I haven't gone out of my way to make time.. And that is what you HAVE to do. I have to make myself go, even when I am busy, even when the kids are grouchy. I HAVE to go.  I am pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the every day changes I have made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I am completely comfortable with now.  I don't even miss my coke anymore. We don't buy regular chips.. only baked or cheerios snack mix. We don't eat a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; hardly EVER. Even a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; "healthy menu" is FAR from low fat.  When I do eat fast food, it is almost always Subway or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quiznos&lt;/span&gt; (no cheese, and fat free dressing) And I always try to eat a banana before lunch.. That sounds silly, but they are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; filling, and I like em. : ) I have gotten back on track this week, gone every day but Wed, and feel great. I think the last couple of those 140lbs will come off soon and get me to the 130s.  That always gives me new motivation. SO be expecting a post soon that I am FINALLY in the 130s. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-4545329727814596306?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/4545329727814596306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4545329727814596306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4545329727814596306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-3777311720624793995</id><published>2009-07-15T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:44:56.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>short and to the point! : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SINGLE DIGIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358883080332963138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sl6TxNwY7UI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Ii9dCvTJmAY/s320/DSC08655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-3777311720624793995?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3777311720624793995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-and-to-point.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3777311720624793995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3777311720624793995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-and-to-point.html' title='short and to the point! : )'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sl6TxNwY7UI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Ii9dCvTJmAY/s72-c/DSC08655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-8550374119264427417</id><published>2009-07-04T21:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:38:17.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th</title><content type='html'>We always have such a blast on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July! We have started a new tradition of the kids staying at the Hilton Hotel in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Southlake&lt;/span&gt; with Grandma. We load everything up to watch the fireworks out there. Then spend the whole afternoon playing in the pool. The kids LOVE the pool. And we don't have one near us where they can wear their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;floaties&lt;/span&gt;, and play with all the water toys. It is nice now, because except for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;, the kids are pretty self-sufficient in the pool. Thain still wears a life jacket, Ava swims really well with her arm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;floaties&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; is a great swimmer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Easton's&lt;/span&gt; favorite part of swimming was jumping off the side of the pool and walking on the steps. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; brave in the water. We were out at the pool for over FOUR hours! And luckily, not a single sunburn! I think this year the kids might have been more excited about the GIANT bathtub in Grandma's hotel room! When we first went to the room, we told them this was where we were going swimming, and they were actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here they all are, getting ready to go swimming and playing in the tub!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354801663737044610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SlATvgG3noI/AAAAAAAAAOg/e2xNWLjsHMM/s320/DSC_3399.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma really enjoys the new tradition she started! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354801668782364098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SlATvy5xFcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/3qHC0uf2-n8/s320/DSCF2190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my girls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354801677935051026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SlATwU_8ARI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0QdkgkP28Qk/s320/DSCF2198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sweet Thain and pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354801684133479138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SlATwsFwguI/AAAAAAAAAO4/aE-aBR6C2XQ/s320/cDSCF2205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thain loves his sister! Ava loves him too, but was very sleepy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354801691913716818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SlATxJEthFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SPvc35TxQyU/s320/DSCF2210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So after the pool we walked around the Town center for a little while, then we were off t our fantastic seats to watch the Works. Ava was a little freaked out, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; loved them! She sat in Grandma's lap and pointed at each one. I was too busy trying to get the settings on my camera just right to take pics of the fireworks, to pay attention to the kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; But I got a couple of really good shots, and I was really excited about them! After the fireworks we took the kids up to the room, they all took another "bath" in the bathtub. Then we made a nice big bed on the floor for all of them. They passed out right away! Rick and I left with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;. It was such a fun night. The kids really look forward to it every year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354984799350019954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SlC6TZbf13I/AAAAAAAAAPY/M6HfXh2BtAM/s320/DSC_3452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354984787332512290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SlC6SsqTOiI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Sv2atCHg1I/s320/cimage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354984775354169922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SlC6SACcOkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9aYeJfxL7FU/s320/cDSC_3455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-8550374119264427417?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/8550374119264427417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/8550374119264427417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/8550374119264427417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th.html' title='The 4th'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SlATvgG3noI/AAAAAAAAAOg/e2xNWLjsHMM/s72-c/DSC_3399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-7511771351596210719</id><published>2009-06-24T23:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:25:52.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With only 2</title><content type='html'>Sometimes (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, most of the time) I forget how wonderful it is to slow down and enjoy time with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;littles&lt;/span&gt;. My days are usually spent fluttering around the house, doing dishes, picking up wet bathing suits, griping because someone left a toy in the living room. When we are home I feel like I don't have fun. I am so stressed day to day about keeping up the house, and making meals, and stopping fights. It really doesn't leave me much time to just chill with the kids. So often I go into my room just to hide from the noise, or to eat without the kids taking my food, or to not have a kid tugging on me for 2 minutes. I feel guilty about all of that. But that is life with 4 kids. It's hard, and it's tiring, and it's tedious. Lately I don't even notice the fun stuff. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oppertunities&lt;/span&gt; I do have to jump in and have a giggle with the kids, or laugh at one of Ava's knock knock jokes. But they ARE amazing! And tonight I got a little reminder of that. Thain and Ava both fell asleep around 4pm. Usually disaster! When 7pm rolled around I thought I was going to be lucky enough for them to sleep through the whole night, after such a busy day. But no! At 715 they both woke up. OH NO!!!!! I knew that would mean they would be up ALL night! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; spent the night at a friends, and Soon after they woke up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; went to bed. Well, let me tell you... That is when the fun started... seriously. I made the two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;littles&lt;/span&gt; dinner. Since it was so late, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; did simple, and easy, sandwiches, banana, wheat thins and a cheese stick. I let them eat in the living room- a big no-no on our house. And we watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SYTYCD&lt;/span&gt;. Ava and Thain copied each of the dances as we watched them. (to the best of their ability, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) They gave me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;commentary&lt;/span&gt; on the outfits that they were wearing, "Mommy, you need a dress like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sparkly&lt;/span&gt; one" and "Why is that girl have holes in her tights?" When we finished "dinner" we all colored. Thain drew a picture of him and Ava together and Ava helped me color a veggie tales picture. Ava was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; I was such a good "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;colorer&lt;/span&gt;." When we were all done coloring They picked out a movie and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; in my bed and watched it. It was an old Baby Einstein. Way to young for Thain, but he remembered watching it when he was a baby. He said, "Remember when we used to watch this, just me and you?" He misses one on one time with me, I know.... But we all three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; and watched it. We talked about all the animals, and Thain asked which ones would eat him if they saw him in the wild; and Ava assured Thain she would "save" him if an animal tried to eat him. They are so sweet together! It was all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; so relaxed and wonderful. Reminded me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I do just need to slow down. No matter how much I clean the house, it will still be messy again tomorrow. But my kids need me with them. Paying attention to them, cuddling with them. And I miss doing that. It was a fun evening with those 2. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-7511771351596210719?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7511771351596210719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/06/with-only-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7511771351596210719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7511771351596210719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/06/with-only-2.html' title='With only 2'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-6526708697209623921</id><published>2009-06-18T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:02:24.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I give up!!! (at least for this month)</title><content type='html'>Maybe not the whole month. But at least for this week I have officially given up. My goal was 7 lbs this month and as of right now I am down 2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!! I totally over scheduled the kids this week and it has left me no time for the gym. Everyday we wake up, go to classes at the rec center, come home so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; can nap, eat dinner and go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;. Now, if the child care at the gym was open at 2 instead of 4 I could totally fit in a work out. But when I have to have them dressed, fed and out the door by 530, getting to the gym at 4 doesn't cut it. So while I have not been able to work out, I decided to go completely AWOL. I have been eating crap, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;drinking&lt;/span&gt; coke, and eating late. I am so disappointed in myself. Hopefully next week I will get back on track and at least get 2 more lbs off by the end of the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-6526708697209623921?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6526708697209623921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-give-up-at-least-for-this-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/6526708697209623921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/6526708697209623921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-give-up-at-least-for-this-month.html' title='I give up!!! (at least for this month)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-4907668068608771574</id><published>2009-06-05T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:56:48.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrating week.</title><content type='html'>I think I have had a good week of workouts. I have been everyday since we got back from Vegas except one.  I have done 3 kickboxing classes, and stepped it up on my regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;. But yet.. I have gained 2 lbs?!! Well, and by gained, it kind of went like this... When we got home from Vegas I had gained 3 (up to 147) then over the next 4 days I lost 3 (back to 144) but now in the last5 days I have gained 2 (up to 146) Now, the good thing is that I am upset at being 146! Remember, just a couple weeks ago I was ecstatic to have reached 148! So that is the plus. And I totally know what it is. The last 3 nights I have eaten after 9pm. I knew I shouldn't but I did. And I am paying for it. Oh, and yesterday I ate Pizza Garden, and that never helps. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. So starting again today, no eating late. I feel good going to the gym everyday. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; been skipping Sunday because they don't have childcare that day. But I am just frustrated today. I hope that by the end of next week I will be at least back to 144. My goal is still 139 by the 31st!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-4907668068608771574?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/4907668068608771574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/06/frustrating-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4907668068608771574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4907668068608771574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/06/frustrating-week.html' title='frustrating week.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-3707820385926062726</id><published>2009-06-01T17:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:09:47.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boobies</title><content type='html'>Am I willing to keep losing weight, if it means that I will become an A cup?? So here is my plan... To hit my 125 by the end of August, then if I keep it off until Feb I can get fake boobies.... That's a good plan right??!! We'll see....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-3707820385926062726?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3707820385926062726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/06/boobies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3707820385926062726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3707820385926062726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/06/boobies.html' title='boobies'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-8627445974766334637</id><published>2009-06-01T14:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:08:08.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so here it is... The next goal. I felt really good about losing my anticipated 6 lbs before Vegas. Unfortunately I gained back 3 of them. That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; though, I knew it would happen. And the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bellagio&lt;/span&gt; buffet was well worth it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. But my new goal is 139 by the end of this month. 7 lbs in 31 days... Totally do-able!  I can already sense it will be tricky with the fast food. We always run errands around 10am which leaves us out about around lunch time. But I will make a conscious effort to make it home for lunch daily. I will be stocking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fridge&lt;/span&gt; with delicious summer fruit like the wonderful 2 containers of watermelon we got yesterday. And turkey and tuna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sandwiches&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;. I also bought Total raisin bran for those late night snack attacks.  I am suffering a little with my work outs. I just need to learn to do some new stuff. I get bored pretty easily, and my arm and leg workouts are getting a bit mundane. But Rick said he would spend a day with me showing me other new things I can do. I am feeling so much better with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;elliptical&lt;/span&gt; machine and the treadmill... Before I could only do 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;elliptical&lt;/span&gt;. Last night I did 25 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; easily. (except that my left foot goes numb.. poor circulation, I guess) And then I jump on the treadmill for a good 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. About 2/3 of that is running.. I run for 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, walk for 7, then run for the last 6... If I can! But I am feeling good, and the kids are getting better at the gym. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; and Thain still fight sometimes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;EERRGG&lt;/span&gt;. But there it is. 139 by June 31st. Got it?! I will post a scale pic as soon as I hit it, and if I can do more than that, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;. But If I put too much pressure on myself I will fail. So, Go me! I feel good about this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-8627445974766334637?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/8627445974766334637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-goal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/8627445974766334637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/8627445974766334637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-goal.html' title='New Goal'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-7467865858863616124</id><published>2009-05-21T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:33:55.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going strong</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; 144! So I lost the 6 lbs for Vegas. My goal was 6 pounds from the 150. It feels so good to get over that hump! And it WAS a huge bit of motivation. Now, I am amazed that I am only 5 lbs from being in the 130s. I know that is getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; ahead of myself, but I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I have such mixed emotions about this. First the negative... I kind of feel like I am just starting to lose weight.. See, I was 145 AFTER i had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;. Then gained from there. So really, It is like I have lost nothing since having the baby. It's weird, because all my clothes are now too big, but when I go to buy new clothes, I am having to buy the same size. What??? So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; I had just been stretching out my clothes as I wore them. So kind of a downer having to still buy a size 12 at Old Navy. But then, I bought a Med dress at New York and Co and it is even a little loose. So who knows... Oh, Oh, Oh... and biggest frustration, I am telling you, I said it before, but it is ALL coming from my boobs!!! I had to go buy a smaller bra, and not smaller inches, just smaller cup. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;. That really ticked me off!&lt;br /&gt;But the good is that, I am doing my belt on one smaller hole. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; I could even do the next smaller, but then it scrunches my pants too much and looks silly. Also, here is what I keep thinking, I only have a few pounds to get to the 130s... I mean, I did 6 in the last 2 weeks... If I keep that up, I will be in 130s in 2 weeks... THEN once I get to the 130s It is only a few pounds away from 125... And I think that is my goal. I know I wasn't setting goals before. But suddenly it seems tangible! I know that is STILL 19 pounds away, and I haven't even lost that much yet, But I am really feeling like I can do it! And that is such a great feeling!!!&lt;br /&gt;Let me go back to the negative for a minute, and not really negative, just worrisome. Even though I am super excited about the 6 lbs in 2 weeks, and looking back I keeping thinking it was easy... Well, it wasn't I have to make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; decision about EVERYTHING I put in my mouth. I can't just stop and get something to eat, I have to go in, ask for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nutritional&lt;/span&gt; info, look over it, and think really hard about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; or not it is worth it. I CAN'T eat at night. And it is hard to break that habit. When Rick and I are watching some of our favorite shows, that is our routine.. Grab a bowl of cereal, or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt; and watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. And like right now, I am really wanting a snack, but I am going to wait until dinner. But it is hard, and it is really hard when I am emotional, and just want to drown my frustrations in some peanuts. So I have to keep my eye on the prize.. Here is what I am thinking, I am going to be hitting this pretty tough all summer. If I lose 2 lbs a week through June and July, I will still have all of August to wear a bathing suit and look pretty good. And I will have lost 16 lbs... Then just a week or 2 into August I can hit that goal of 125! So I have to think, I will be living in 3 months... I can either live at 144lbs, or I can live at 125 lbs. The only difference is an hour and 1/2 a day. I can do that right!!?? RIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wow.. How cool would that be if I actually got down to 125??!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-7467865858863616124?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7467865858863616124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-strong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7467865858863616124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7467865858863616124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-strong.html' title='Going strong'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-1411720208242111006</id><published>2009-05-14T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:38:45.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why???</title><content type='html'>Why does everything with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; have to be a fight???? I am so worn out by it. And because I am not her "biological" mom I feel like I shouldn't ever gripe about her. But it is wearing me out!!! Even fun things. For instance, yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; was Painting her nails. I said I would do it for her, or it is always fun to do with a friend, but kind of hard to do it yourself. "I do it just fine by MY self" she says to me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, fine... about five minutes later she is "crying" in the bathroom. I go in there, and she is "crying", and if you try to talk with her when she is, she just YELLS! "I messed up my nails and now they look all ugly" So I bring her the nail polish remover,tell her to take it off and I will help her. I go in to help her, and she had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; used a rag with some water to take it off. So now there was nail polish all over the rag, and she was crying that it wouldn't come off. I asked why she didn't use the remover and a tissue like I had shown her. and she yelled again. "It is just easier this way" SO at this point I am out... Don't yell at me when I am trying to help! I told her we would try again tomorrow night. SO tonight I go in to paint them, and as soon as I leave she is taking it off again with the rag. I ask her why and she says. "It just doesn't look good. It always looks better when Mommy does it" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ERRRRGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;. SO I just smile and say, " It does look good when your mommy does it, It's time to go now." Then she was all mad that I didn't let her redo her nails!!!! (we had to get to the baseball game) SO something that should have been fun and simple mom-daughter turns into ugly yelling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yuckiness&lt;/span&gt;. And it is like that all the time. I am just tired of it. Sometimes I would like to have fun with her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-1411720208242111006?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1411720208242111006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/05/why.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1411720208242111006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1411720208242111006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/05/why.html' title='why???'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-391799200515192828</id><published>2009-05-12T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:01:25.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An unexpected release</title><content type='html'>Are you ever at church and singing during praise and worship, and singing just an amazing song? Or a song that really speaks to you? For me it is always "I Can Only Imagine." Whenever we sing it, or even if I am singing it in the car, I well up with emotion. It is just a good release. I almost always cry, not really because I am sad, or anything. Just sometimes you need a good emotional release. Well, today I had a strange one... I was working out at the gym, and all of a sudden I was over come with emotion. I was working out really hard, and my legs were burning, and my stomach ached. And all of a sudden I just started crying. Not because I was hurting, I was just filled with ALL kinds of emotions... I was so proud of how hard I was working out, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that it had taken me so long to get serious. I was happy that the scale was starting to go down, but frustrated by how long I have to go. I was excited about my upcoming trip, but nervous about bathing suit wearing. It was just all going through my head, and I just kind of broke down... But you know what. It felt really good. I don't show much emotion anymore on a regular basis... It is kind of like, I don't have time to be sad, or happy, or whatever.. I just have to take care of the family, and be prepared for whatever... Not to say that I am Not happy... It's just that It's not very often that I get to think about things for ME, including how I feel. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Like&lt;/span&gt; I've said before, usually around her I just AM. SO it felt good to have a little unexpected release. I'm sure I looked like a crazy person, running on the treadmill with tears streaming down my face, but who cares! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-391799200515192828?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/391799200515192828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/05/unexpected-release.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/391799200515192828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/391799200515192828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/05/unexpected-release.html' title='An unexpected release'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-7852104745050786316</id><published>2009-05-10T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:15:28.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional eating</title><content type='html'>Now are the times when I really realize how tied my emotions and my eating are. I am not hungry, but all I want to do is sit down with some peanuts! Today was mother's day. And I was a little boohoo for me because Rick is out of town. But I know that is not fair. I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; fantastic babies and am so blessed by them. But here are some of the things that have brought on my desire to just snack today. Every mother's day I get really ticked because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Makenzie's&lt;/span&gt; mom calls and expects us to let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; spend the whole day with her family. It's like they don't even acknowledge that WE 9 me and my mom) are her family everyday! And it is not fair for them to always expect her for ALL the holidays. They do, because Rick has a hard time telling them no. He feels like it is important for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; to spend time with them too. But it ALWAYS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interrupts&lt;/span&gt; MY holiday and it makes me mad. Especially mother's day. But today, as always, I let her go over to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nana's&lt;/span&gt; and spend the day. It is kind of double sided, because we actually have a little bit more of an enjoyable day here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; Thain and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; aren't fighting all day. (how awful is that to say!? ) So anyway, she spent the day there, and I went and picked her up. So the part of Mother's day I got with her was, grouchy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whiny&lt;/span&gt;, and talking back, because we had to come home, eat dinner, shower and go to bed. Where as all day with her mom, is coke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;drinkin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt; back, yelling, and gum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;chewin&lt;/span&gt;. so I was emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; all that, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; has not been go down to sleep well. I feel bad, she obviously just wants me to hold her, but I am SO tired by 8pm I just want them all in bed and get a little bit of quiet. And that is SO wrong. What is wrong with holding your baby for an extra 15 minutes at night? So then I feel guilty. Also Thain is being really ugly right now. If he gets told no he hits or kicks the wall, he grinds his teeth, and clenches his fist. I have no idea how to combat this. And it is a struggle every day. Should I be tougher on him, or does he need more closeness and attention? I never know the right answer. SO all these things together tonight just wore me the heck out, and all I wanted to do was grab something to eat. Something mindless, just to shove in my mouth. I can feel it is either cry or eat, and I would rather eat. I am not though, because I like that I have lost 3 lbs this week. I think some of this might have to do with me not working out today because the gym doesn't do child care on Sundays.  And I am at the point that my body needs the work out, or I feel like I am failing. I just feel a little yucky. But I am going to push through, and still not eat tonight. I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; my Total in the morning, hit the gym and will feel much better tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-7852104745050786316?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7852104745050786316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotional-eating.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7852104745050786316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7852104745050786316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotional-eating.html' title='Emotional eating'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-2557884569591219725</id><published>2009-05-08T12:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:03:05.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I finally got back to the gym yesterday. I took ALL the kids. That made me pretty nervous because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; and Thain cannot get along, especially if they are trapped in a room together! But they did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I got a good work out, and can feel it today! Did my arms, and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;. I have set a goal for myself to lose 6 pounds by Vegas, which is a little less than 3 weeks away. I think that is totally do-able! And last night, even though those cravings started, I did NOT eat my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fritos&lt;/span&gt; and bean dip (as much as I wanted to!) And I felt good this morning. Even though I could barely get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; out of her crib this morning because I was so sore!! But I love that soreness... The kind that means you are actually working, and accomplishing something. I hope tomorrow to wake up with super sore legs and butt!! And I know even if I lose 6 lbs before I go to Vegas, that doesn't put me in public wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bathing suit&lt;/span&gt; shape, but I will feel better about it. And I plan on spending LOTS of time by the pool at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Madalay&lt;/span&gt; Bay!!! I also felt good today as, I have worn my belt on the next smaller loop, and my fat jeans are loose. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of this is thanks to a short burst of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; about 2 weeks ago. (Thanks, Thain!) But, I am back at the gym, and plan on going 4 days a week, and working hard while I am there! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Any&lt;/span&gt; of you that know me well, know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I am ALL ABOUT routine for the kids, and going to the gym at 430, really gets us out of routine... It makes dinner alter, and really gets the kids wound up. But I think I need to do this. Even if it means dinner at 645 instead of 6, and rowdy kids! At least I can enjoy my hour and a half of ME time at the gym.. OH.... And I even took a shower at the gym... I cannot tell you when the last time was that I took a shower and didn't have a kid knocking on the door, or pulling the shower curtain back!!! That was a treat in its self! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I am feeling good this week. I hope I keep feeling this good. I think now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; Our trip is getting closer I am really motivated. I know there will be tons of pictures, and I don't want to have to hide them all because I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;! I want to buy a sexy dress, and maybe some naughty things for some kid free "adult time" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt;?? Sorry) But I would love to buy them in a single digit size! So cheer me on as I go to the gym, don't eat any fried food, and don't eat past 830! I am excited and can't wait to post pics from the trip!!!                                                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                 10 lbs down by the way!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333545844527633298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SgSPr_BUk5I/AAAAAAAAAOY/5cE5_nJ_jBU/s320/DSC08607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-2557884569591219725?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2557884569591219725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/2557884569591219725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/2557884569591219725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-back.html' title='Finally Back'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SgSPr_BUk5I/AAAAAAAAAOY/5cE5_nJ_jBU/s72-c/DSC08607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-7784897255277818940</id><published>2009-05-01T14:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:26:52.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally signed up all the kids at the gym! So now I can go up there and drop them all in the child care and get my Work out on... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummmmmm&lt;/span&gt; I did this a week and a half ago! Guess how many times I have been since???? NONE! I don't know why in the last month and a half my world has been chaotic! Nothing on my regular schedule. And when I want to go in the evening, I don't want to get the kids home so late. SO I am now patiently awaiting summer. Then I can go to the 7pm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aerobics&lt;/span&gt; class, and not feel totally guilty about my kids getting to bed at 9. But believe me, that is the ONLY reason I am looking forward to summer! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I will get back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grind&lt;/span&gt;. I know it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-7784897255277818940?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7784897255277818940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-finally-signed-up-all-kids-at-gym-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7784897255277818940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7784897255277818940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-finally-signed-up-all-kids-at-gym-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-8626627423554155485</id><published>2009-04-25T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:45:09.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poor teachers</title><content type='html'>I had to make an emergency run to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; the other night. We had been busy all day, and had no time. We were completely out of milk, bread and fruit. So after we laid the kids down for bed I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;. It was about 10pm by the time I had made my list, gotten dressed and went. This was a Wednesday evening a SCHOOL night! When I walked in I was amazed at how many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; were there. I mean, moms, dads and kids. LOTS of them. And it didn't look like they were in a hurry, it didn't look like it was and emergency trip, it didn't look like it was out of the ordinary in any way. As I stood in line, I watched the 3 kids (probably 5,7 and 8) behind me. They were running all around, eating candy, one of them was drinking a 20 oz coke. And my thoughts were not, wow that looks like a fun family... It was, "Wow those poor kids, and their poor teachers who have to deal with them in the morning!" I could not believe so many parents were there  and putting there kids in such a position to fail! Especially since, like I said, it didn't look out of the ordinary for them. How are those kids going to focus at school tomorrow. How awful must they feel waking up in the morning. And their poor teacher who has to put up with grump kids, all because of the choices their parents made.&lt;br /&gt;Then the next night, at 9:15 PM one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Makenzie's&lt;/span&gt; friends moms called me. She said they had just started her homework and she was crying because she couldn't figure it out. This was Thursday. They got this assignment on MONDAY and it was due Friday morning. A fairly simple math sheet. But at 915pm on a school night, what kid isn't going to be grumpy, and frustrated?? She asked me if I would ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;makenzie&lt;/span&gt; and s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; seemed very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; when I told her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; had been asleep for over an hour! Then she asked me a few more questions, and somehow another one of their assignments came up that they had earlier in the week. The mom asked the girl about it, and she said that she had forgotten to do it. All I could think was that this poor girl was probably getting in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of trouble at school for not doing her work. But is it really all her fault? As parents shouldn't we at least look at what our kids are supposed to be doing??? And shouldn't we be forcing them to do there work in a timely manner, and not at 915 the night before it is due??? Now I know some of us are born &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;procrastinators&lt;/span&gt; (raising my hand!) And in high school, some of us may thrive on that. But in 3rd grade, I don't think it is appropriate to allow your child to start those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;habits&lt;/span&gt;. And I know that there are single parents out there, and working parents that sometimes these things happen to. They once in a while happen around here to. But I have just really been feeling bad for these kids, who don't know any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. This is their life, late nights, missing homework, trouble at school because they are tired. And I feel bad for them. It makes me proud of the way I handle my kids. As much as it ticks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; off, we do homework every day at 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;o'clock&lt;/span&gt;. And I look at her assignments for the day. And I put my kids to bed at a reasonable time. And I am so sad for teachers who have to deal with this stuff on a regular basis. That must be so hard, because you have no control over it. And you know, it doesn't make my kids perfect (ask miss d-hall, over here!) But I think it gives them a better chance. And it allows them to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; for their own actions, because they don't have other legitimate things to blame. It just made me sad. : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-8626627423554155485?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/8626627423554155485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/poor-teachers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/8626627423554155485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/8626627423554155485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/poor-teachers.html' title='poor teachers'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-5053151516304926716</id><published>2009-04-24T22:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:52:07.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best night in a long time</title><content type='html'>I had the best night tonight!!! And we didn't do anything BIG, we didn't spend a whole lot of money. We just spent a really fun night together. Of course a little bit of guilt is associated with all of this because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; wasn't there.. But that is for a different post. We started out wanting some place new to eat. And a few people have told me about the Purple cow. So Rick and I took the 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;littles&lt;/span&gt; for dinner and a purple milkshake. (i figured why go if you don't get the purple milk shake) Thain sat up at the ice cream bar and spun in the seat with a couple of other kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; was being So charming. She had the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; smiling at her! Ava didn't feel very good, so she just chilled in Daddy's lap. After we ate we decided to walk around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it was absolutely beautiful tonight!!! The Purple Cow is in a shopping center in Ft worth with a cool old church and Central Market. Outside there was a spring concert going on, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; dancing like a crazy girl. A couple of people took pictures of her, but we could not walk 3 feet with out someone stopping us to say how cute she was! I think she really liked all the attention. We slowly made our way to Central Market. They always have amazing seasonal produce, and lots of stuff that the kids don't see on our grocery trips to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Every one of the workers there was awesome! We looked at all the fruit and veggies... Like 30 types of tomatoes!!! We talked about the colors, sizes and shapes of them. We looked at star fruit, baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pineapple&lt;/span&gt;, purple and yellow cauliflower!!! Then we got to the seafood area. This was the most fun of the whole night! The lady behind the counter pulled out all the fish for the kids to look at up close. A HUGE red snapper with his eyeballs still in, a trout that she made "talk" like a puppet (Ava thought that was the funniest thing ever!) She pulled out live Lobster and crab. THEN.... We got to the octopus and squid section... If you don't know, I have a big crush on chubby eater Andrew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Zimmern&lt;/span&gt;. I want so badly to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt; in my eating. but I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; NOT!!!! But they had octopus salad and the lady gave us a little cup of it with an entire baby octopus in it!!! And I ATE IT!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, not the whole octopus, but 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tentacles&lt;/span&gt;! Then we kept the octopus just for fun! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; (trashed it once we got home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dissected&lt;/span&gt; it) But the kids had so much fun! Then as we walked around we talked about where different food comes from, and all the different types of cheese. Ava shared a garlic stuffed olive (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;YUUUUMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;) with me, and Rick found his favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;choco&lt;/span&gt; covered coffee beans! We also, just for fun let the kids get the GIANT homemade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; such a relaxing, wonderful evening. The kids never once asked when we were going to leave. They didn't complain when we looked at all the different types of granola for 10 minutes. It was just nice. It has been a long time since we have actually gotten to go out, without a plan, relax, schedule free and have fun as a family. I loved it!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my baby octopus. The kids had so much fun just looking at it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328471389196390850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SfKIfzziEcI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0QkV0dILXjM/s320/DSC_1876.JPG" border="0" /&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/8295089370635000208-5053151516304926716?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5053151516304926716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-night-in-long-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/5053151516304926716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/5053151516304926716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-night-in-long-time.html' title='Best night in a long time'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SfKIfzziEcI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0QkV0dILXjM/s72-c/DSC_1876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-1699184916646785437</id><published>2009-04-13T18:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:08:32.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This whole weekend was absolutely insane! We did lots of fun things. But doing lots of fun things by myself with 4 kids is exhausting! Friday we colored Easter eggs with my favorite cousin Candis and her crew. I am so excited that our kids have really started to be friends. They ask to see each other, and have a great time together! They all did so good coloring eggs. And we ordered pizza and they all ate outside on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;swingset&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is all the cuties with their eggs, and us mommas. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SePKWarju9I/AAAAAAAAANw/gF-Eys83qF0/s1600-h/DSC_1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324321670950009810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SePKWarju9I/AAAAAAAAANw/gF-Eys83qF0/s320/DSC_1699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easter morning we went to church. Again... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt; to wrangle 4 kids and get them all looking presentable, AND get a shower myself. But it was done and they looked fabulous, if I do say so myself! Holidays when they get candy in the morning are always tricky. They want to eat all the candy right then! So it was hard pulling the candy away from them to go to church. After church we went to Grandma and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pawpaws&lt;/span&gt; for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SePKWFs_B6I/AAAAAAAAANo/VCokIrcM9E4/s1600-h/cDSC_1758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324321665318848418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SePKWFs_B6I/AAAAAAAAANo/VCokIrcM9E4/s320/cDSC_1758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One the Saturday before Easter I took the kids to an Easter egg hunt at a nearby church. It was fabulous. They had bounce houses, a petting zoo, and a zillion eggs! And the hunts were spaced far enough apart that I was able to get pics of each one of them getting their eggs. It was so exciting to see Ava. I let her do it all by herself, even though in her age group parents could help. She trotted all around with her basket and ended with a pretty good loot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Easton's&lt;/span&gt; age went with the 2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;. I just plopped her down by a couple of eggs, she picked them up, licked em, looked at them and threw them down. But she got 2 in her basket and was happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SePKWKs9x5I/AAAAAAAAANg/99V8W2FfOTM/s1600-h/cDSC_1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324321666660943762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SePKWKs9x5I/AAAAAAAAANg/99V8W2FfOTM/s320/cDSC_1715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SePKV6aMDTI/AAAAAAAAANY/u5inbPXvFZ8/s1600-h/cDSC_1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324321662287220018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SePKV6aMDTI/AAAAAAAAANY/u5inbPXvFZ8/s320/cDSC_1720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; and Thain had fun too. Some of the kids in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Makenzie's&lt;/span&gt; group were pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aggressive&lt;/span&gt;, but she did good, keeping her cool and just looking elsewhere for eggs. At one point she was going for an egg and started to tumble down a hill! Thain couldn't wait for his hunt to start. he stood right at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;boundary&lt;/span&gt; line for about 10 minutes, so he could be one of the first out! He really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SePKVhV4IZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3U00pGp0afw/s1600-h/cDSC_1739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324321655558250898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SePKVhV4IZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3U00pGp0afw/s320/cDSC_1739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; had one of Thain's baseball games on Sat. I really like the team he is on this year. Some fun kids, and fun moms for me to talk to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324331072248664466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SePS5pP00ZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/CDkZ3MhN2xc/s320/DSC_1305.e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324331067209484466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SePS5WeZCLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/X8i2GdwfDhA/s320/DSC_1269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-1699184916646785437?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1699184916646785437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1699184916646785437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1699184916646785437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SePKWarju9I/AAAAAAAAANw/gF-Eys83qF0/s72-c/DSC_1699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-1781420010826096584</id><published>2009-04-09T22:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:41:01.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My kids took over... sorry!!!</title><content type='html'>This blog is yet another thing in my life that I have allowed my kids to take over. This was SUPPOSED to be all about me holding myself accountable through you, but posting all about my fat butt! But NOOOOOO I am posting about my cute kids, and Jesus being in Ava's boobie! This is kind of what happens in my life...I love to shop. ANd sometimes I actually like to shop for MYSELF! What happens is this.... I will go to the mall, all excited to get myself some new pants, or a cute dress... And what happens I am so disgusted by how in look in EVERYTHING, and get so mad at myself for STILL needing the size I needed in September, that, what do I do... Go shop for the kids. I have spent the last 4 years using my kids as a shield. I figure as long as they look terribly cute (which they always do! : )) Then no one will notice that I am less than cute. I hold them up as props when meeting new people because I don't want them to notice me, or see the flab bulging from my muffin top! OOOOOOHHHHHH.. Look at the adorable kids.... pay now attention to the lady behind the curtain!!! And that is what has happened to my blog. I am so tired of writing that I am 152 pounds I could spit! Pa-tewwee! Since I am making no progress and have become embarrassed at my lack of success, I am throwing my kids out there. Hoping everyone will just be thinking, wow, cute kids... Instead of, "Man, Jessica sure is not doing so good with her weight loss!" And that leaves me feeling even worse because again, I am hiding. And that just breeds ugly feelings. Alot of my standstill has just been scheduling... Our schedules have been so out of whack since spring break. It has been dr appt time, and dentist time, and baseball starting. Just tons going on. And for some reason I totally forgot that I could just pay an extra 20 bucks a month and send the kids to the child care. I have been fretting over what I am going to do over the summer when the kids are home, when will I ever work out. Well, I am excited to say, Tomorrow I am signing them ALL up to go to child care. That way, I can drop them off, get 2 hours KID FREE, and they have 2 free hours of playtime! Win win! Why did I not think of this sooner!!!! So in the next couple of weeks, I plan on spending alot of time at the gym! And bloggin more about my weight loss success. I refuse to type the number 152 ANYMORE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-1781420010826096584?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1781420010826096584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-kids-took-over-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1781420010826096584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1781420010826096584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-kids-took-over-sorry.html' title='My kids took over... sorry!!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-3000565323298477720</id><published>2009-04-09T22:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:28:30.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! She is so cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; I realize alot of posts have been about Easton lately but she has had a lot of focus with her first birthday. I took her out for her 1st half of her 1 yr pics yesterday,adn could not believe how cute she was! I say 1st half because I have a hot pink Easton baseball bat that I will be taking her pic with, but didn't want to wear her out. Anyway... I borrowed Addie's pettiskirt, and she has been playing with the pearls constantly lately. And I was quite proud of my mtm bow! (that's made-to-match, to all of you out of the crafty bow loop) I wish I could have gotten a few shots of her being still. I was literally RUNNING to get far enough in front of her so I could stop, turn around, focus and shoot, before she came whizzing past me! I am loving so much about her right now. This is always one of my favorite stages. One of my favorite things she does right now, is if there is music on she will dance.. but if I say "Go girl, shake it girl" she will get so excited, and start swinging her arms back and forth and laughing. I am so going to video tape it tomorrow! She is also testing limits... Like running to the dog's water bowl, just to turn around to make sure I am seeing her do it. Then looking at me as she sticks her hand in it!! Such a turkey!!! She has also started singing with me... I sing Jesus Loves Me to her every night, and now as soon as I start she "sings" too. It melts my heart! But here are a few of the pics from yesterday! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322899092939802722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sd68hentCGI/AAAAAAAAANA/89wu4bTzVX0/s320/DSC_1581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322899085091734994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sd68hBYlBdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/sTTHGVUMQdQ/s320/eDSC_1582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322899081005591074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sd68gyKXaiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pcm7lahSwwY/s320/eDSC_1577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322899077421513618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sd68gkz2u5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/_ybt9BplWFY/s320/eDSC_1585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-3000565323298477720?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3000565323298477720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-she-is-so-cute.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3000565323298477720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3000565323298477720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-she-is-so-cute.html' title='OMG! She is so cute!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sd68hentCGI/AAAAAAAAANA/89wu4bTzVX0/s72-c/DSC_1581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-4306494559001373323</id><published>2009-04-06T22:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:13:41.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdrPoj_AjSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vM1Aq1Sn6mI/s1600-h/DSC_1376.e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321794205452897570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdrPoj_AjSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vM1Aq1Sn6mI/s320/DSC_1376.e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just some fun pics from Easton's party this weekend. She woke up before her party feeling pretty yucky! But once she got to the park and started playing on the slide she felt much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdrPoXlubPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yV5kkMvyJt0/s1600-h/DSC_1354.e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321794202125626610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdrPoXlubPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yV5kkMvyJt0/s320/DSC_1354.e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this shot of all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdrPoU5JsOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jotF9Jxc4kE/s1600-h/DSC_1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321794201401798882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdrPoU5JsOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jotF9Jxc4kE/s320/DSC_1351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easton and Ava... Ava did NOT want to take any pictures, so I took what I could get from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdrPoCibDII/AAAAAAAAAMI/LkuK4ZKhj1I/s1600-h/DSC_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321794196474629250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdrPoCibDII/AAAAAAAAAMI/LkuK4ZKhj1I/s320/DSC_1335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easton and Makenzie. Such pretty sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.... Easton on the slide. What a big girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdrPnpzyqhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xnk7uaHWOAg/s1600-h/DSC_1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321794189836593682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdrPnpzyqhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xnk7uaHWOAg/s320/DSC_1332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-4306494559001373323?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/4306494559001373323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-some-fun-pics-from-eastons-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4306494559001373323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4306494559001373323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-some-fun-pics-from-eastons-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdrPoj_AjSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vM1Aq1Sn6mI/s72-c/DSC_1376.e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-4034080609517659444</id><published>2009-04-06T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:42:02.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SAHM</title><content type='html'>So how amazing is it that, not only has the Lord trusted me with these wonderful children, but He has also made it possible for me to stay home to raise them?!! My entire life, my only desire for my future was to be a mommy. In high school, when all my friends were deciding their career paths, I knew I didn't have one. No drive to be a teacher, no hoping I will get a good accounting job. Just give me a couple of kids, and I was going to be happy. When I had Thain, it broke my heart that I had to work. But hey, somebody had to support our family! (no hard feelings ) I remember crying everyday on my way to work. That was one of the hardest things ever!! Then when I got pregnant with Ava I was terrified. How was I going to leave 2 little angels every day?? I never could have imagined I would have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to stay home with them. I am still in awe of Rick everyday. That he manages to support our, now, family of SIX on his military income. What a blessing he is to our family! Anyway... While I was the working mom I knew, if I ever got to stay home with my kids I would be the best mom ever! I wanted to teach them so much, and give them all the love in the world! I had a plan of Monday... music day, when we play instruments, make instruments, listen to different genres of music, go to concerts, all things musical... Tuesday... art day, going to the museum, making our own art work, looking through art books and talking about the artists... Wednesday... food day, learning to cook, studying what different countries eat and trying that food, going grocery shopping... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;... letters and math, and then Friday being our one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; day. But still spent watching it together, watching enriching programs, and NOT cartoon network! WHAT THE H#LL happened to these plans??? Now, some days it is all I can do to not hide in my room while my kids chase each other around the kitchen throwing knives at each other (not a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt;!! (yet)) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong. I love my kids as much today, as when I first laid those plans. Here is what happens. I have a massive quantity of time with my kids. And I think it makes me appreciate that time a little bit less. I have lots of working mom friends. And the time that they spend with their kids seems to be much better quality. And that makes me sad for my kids. I am not excited every time I go to the park with them. I don't make special plans with them very often. I don't look forward to spending every second of a weekend with them. My friends can't wait to get off work and go have dinner with their kids, and look forward to a slumber party where they can paint their daughter's and her friend's fingernails, they love every minute with their kids. I know, I know.. the grass is always greener, right!? I just don't want my kids to grow up and think "mom never did anything with us" because around here, I just AM... I'm just around all the time, I just tell them to pick up their toys everyday, I just watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; sometimes while they play by themselves. It's the age old question... which is better, quality or quantity? I don't know. I do know that I CAN do more as a mom, and my kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; for me to do more. But man, being a good mom is tiring! and hard! I hope that i get better at it, because right now I feel pretty crappy. But the good thing, again, my kids are healthy, fed, loved, and safe. SO I guess I'm not doing too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went back and read that, and it jsut kind of ends weird, right... Like, I suck, suck, then all of a sudden.. Hey I'm not so bad, and it was a very uncomfortable and quick transition. There were lots of other thoughts going on in my head, but "Colbert Report" was starting and I wanted to watch it. So I jumped ahead in my brain and finished out my bolg... Those are the things that end up making me a crappy mom, sometimes... But oh well, I'm missing my show... gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-4034080609517659444?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/4034080609517659444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/sahm.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4034080609517659444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4034080609517659444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/sahm.html' title='SAHM'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-7974520831566154523</id><published>2009-04-02T21:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:02:21.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdV6Jp1s5vI/AAAAAAAAALg/Wyv0-hinhis/s1600-h/DSC_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320292841076614898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdV6Jp1s5vI/AAAAAAAAALg/Wyv0-hinhis/s320/DSC_1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did a WHOLE YEAR go?? Tuesday we celebrated Easton's first Birthday. You know, I can't even remember what it was like having her as a newborn. I remember how easy she was. I kept thinking, ok, when is this going to turn? But it never did. She is still, totally amazing, quiet, sweet, and silly. It is so cool to think of how much she has learned in the past year. She was jsut a big blob of flubber just a few months ago. Now she can walk, laugh, feed herself, do sign language, chase her brother and sisters. She has learned different ways to get what she wants. She has learned how to climb up a slide and slide back down. So many little things! I couldn't tell you 7 things I learned this year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for her birthday she had a super busy day! We had Ava gymnastics in the morning. She likes to go to the rec center, becaus eI let her play with the ping pong balls and paddles! So easily amused. Then we went to a craft time at the library. She got to eat some glue, and stick her hand in some paint. Woohoo! When Daddy got home, we went to Pizza Garden for her birthday dinner. ok, more because Mommy wanted pizza. We had gotten her a special cupcake for her to eat when we got home. And boy did she go to town on it!!! I can't wait to see her with her cake on Sunday! here are a few of the pics from her Big day. Could she be any cuter??!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320292845691157026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdV6J7B5OiI/AAAAAAAAALo/Cc-6_yhMZr0/s320/DSC_1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320292848989921986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdV6KHUYYsI/AAAAAAAAALw/HKltfvKYjkw/s320/DSC_1236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320292853596450594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdV6KYeqbyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YAsVkgS-rvg/s320/DSC_1265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-7974520831566154523?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7974520831566154523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-does-time-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7974520831566154523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7974520831566154523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go??'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SdV6Jp1s5vI/AAAAAAAAALg/Wyv0-hinhis/s72-c/DSC_1215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-6786257590778401824</id><published>2009-04-02T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:46:28.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like there are a thousand different things going on right now. It really isn't much, but it is enough to keep my mind racing, and to keep me from getting a good night sleep. First is, my sweet baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Easton's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. I am trying to get her birthday party all together, and I am usually so good about this! Weeks ahead of time, I usually have all the decorations bought, cake ordered, kids outfits bought (you know they all have to coordinate, so pictures look good ; )) and reservations made. I just today finally bought the decorations, and still am not 100% positive on where the actual party will be. OOPS! But I am sure it will all work itself out. But on top of that is just all the emotions. Knowing that this is my last baby, and that she is already a year old! Each baby I feel like I didn't hold them enough, or read to them enough, or teach them enough. I know it is silly, I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; plenty of time with all of them. But there is something so special about reading to a tiny baby and having them stare at you so intently, like you are the only thing in the room. Now, I try to read her a book and she is tearing out the pages, and bouncing on my lap and pulling at my lip. Each birthday is such a reminder of how quickly it all goes by, and reminds me of all the things I wanted to do with them, but just ran out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on my mind, is our FANTASTIC trip to Vegas that is coming  up. I can't wait. I am so excited to spend a few kid free days with my husband and super-wonderful friends! I am going to bed at night reciting black jack rules.. Always double-down on 11... Always split 6s... Do NOT hit your 12 if the dealer is holding a 14! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I love black jack!!! I am nervous about leaving the kids though. We have never left them for more than a night. And I know how hard it will be for the people watching them. But Rick and I deserve this time together! It will be so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;But along with Vegas, I start thinking about my weight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;. I can't wait til this is no longer a topic! I just want to be cute again.  And I was thinking it would be a piece of cake to be in shape by Vegas.. But alas, I will still have a giant booty while sun-bathing beside the pool at the Mandalay Bay. Oh, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main things on my mind is that Rick will be out of town a few weeks. That is always stressful It is impossible to get things done when it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; me! How do single moms do it?? I can't go to the grocery store, I can't take them out to eat, I can't lock them all out of the house until they fall asleep... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; When Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; Daddy isn't around, sometimes so yucky attitudes sneak out of those sweet kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is most of what is going on with me. It is just enough to keep me from being able to relax. I just need to learn to shake things off! Everything always works out just fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-6786257590778401824?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6786257590778401824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-like-there-are-thousand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/6786257590778401824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/6786257590778401824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-like-there-are-thousand.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-5716748713622078375</id><published>2009-03-25T08:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:08:08.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with Ava</title><content type='html'>Ava was playing outside with all the other kids the other day. She came in with her pants soaked, and she was giggling.&lt;br /&gt;Mom, "Ava, did you pee outside?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava laughing, "I pee outside in my pay-ants" (yes, she is from Texas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has done this a few times the past week. I think her brother and sister might have told her it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, "Ava, Mommy and Daddy do not think it is funny when you pee pee in your pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not kidding, with out flinching she looked right at me, stuck out her tongue and started doing her "silly dance" around the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava, "Do you think THIS  funny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if she was trying to be a smarty pants, or what. But Rick and I had to cover our faces while we were laughing until we could talk to her seriously about the peeing situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this story comes across as hilarious as it actually was.  Maybe if you see us soon we can reenact it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sco6XQIdPiI/AAAAAAAAALY/c_t-AoTyI80/s1600-h/DSC_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sco6XQIdPiI/AAAAAAAAALY/c_t-AoTyI80/s320/DSC_0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317126481206132258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just for fun... This is Ava filthy from her fudge pop. She is a mess lately! I sure love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-5716748713622078375?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5716748713622078375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversations-with-ava_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/5716748713622078375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/5716748713622078375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversations-with-ava_25.html' title='Conversations with Ava'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sco6XQIdPiI/AAAAAAAAALY/c_t-AoTyI80/s72-c/DSC_0267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-1529798415766314989</id><published>2009-03-22T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:57:51.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jeans</title><content type='html'>Some of you have noticed that I haven't blogged about weather or not I fit into my jeans last week. My goal was to fit comfortably into my size 10 jeans by last friday. And I had been working pretty hard at it. Well... drum roll please.... I FIT into them!!! For about 5 minutes! LOL Really, I fit into them Friday. Then Saturday we left for Sea World. 12 hours in the car (there and back) and 3 days out of town meant junk food city! I ate as well as I could most of the time. A turkey wrap and fruit instead of fried chicken, a grilled chicken sandwich instead of  a burger, tea instead of coke. But still it was hard, when we were grabbing fast food for 3 days straight. So by the time we got home on Monday, I no longer fit "comfortably" into my size 10 jeans. This whole week has been tough. With the kids out of school and us trying to stay busy we grabbed food on the way to the park, we grabbed food after the Arboretum, we grabbed food for dinner because I hadn't had time to go to the grocery store. I feel like a giant blimp. And I was excited to get back to my routine tomorrow, then realized I am not going to. Instead of working out in the morning I am taking pics for someone. Then Tuesday, when I always do my kickboxing, Makenzie has a play. So I will not be working out until Thursday. But then It is back to business! Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-1529798415766314989?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1529798415766314989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-jeans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1529798415766314989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1529798415766314989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-jeans.html' title='My Jeans'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-735461681886968167</id><published>2009-03-22T10:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:08:54.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>picture taking is not always photography</title><content type='html'>I had my first ever total bummer of a "session" last week. I was nervous going in, because I know 3 month olds are hard to photograph. But I was so excited to have a couple of complete cutie twins to practice with. My friend Ginger let me take pictures of her little angels. I was so disappointed in myself. I couldn't think of one creative way to get pictures of them in some other position than laying on the floor. I had a couple of cute ideas in my head, but was completely unsuccessful in accomplishing them. Now Ginger, if you are reading this, don't take this to mean your babies don't take cute pictures. It's just the ones you took yourself are so much better than the ones I was did! And I am the one bragging that I take good pictures! I mean it all from an artistic point of view, not a personal one. But It was a good learning experience. And this is why I keep asking everyone to let me take pictures of their family. Just so I can get this type of experience. And so I can learn what to do if I have a baby that I can't make smile, or a toddler who won't sit still, or a mom who talks every time I hit my shutter button. I have to learn to make it work. And I am just embarrassed that, for Ginger, I didn't make it work. I feel bad, because I was expecting to give her a couple of amazing shots (and I am sure she expected that too) And I got maybe 2 good shots. And at one point I had forgotten that my camera was in manual focus, from shots earlier, so the one shot where one of them is smiling is totally out of focus. Oh, man! And my flash wasn't set low enough, so it blasted out their little faces. It helped me realize there is still SO MUCH that I need to learn. So all this to say... Sorry Ginger! I hope you will still let me practice on them sometimes. It was a good experience for me. And they are SO SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handsome Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/ScZhet30gZI/AAAAAAAAALI/68WWZZ40UDA/s1600-h/eDSC_0307.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/ScZhet30gZI/AAAAAAAAALI/68WWZZ40UDA/s320/eDSC_0307.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316043590495142290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/ScZhfBf4SFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9vs0aVHBC8U/s1600-h/eDSC_0323.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/ScZhfBf4SFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9vs0aVHBC8U/s320/eDSC_0323.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316043595763435602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-735461681886968167?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/735461681886968167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-taking-is-not-always.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/735461681886968167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/735461681886968167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-taking-is-not-always.html' title='picture taking is not always photography'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/ScZhet30gZI/AAAAAAAAALI/68WWZZ40UDA/s72-c/eDSC_0307.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-8247170143858466670</id><published>2009-03-17T20:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:19:49.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with Ava</title><content type='html'>Tonight, after getting out of the bath, Ava was walking around the bathroom. The floor was soaked from all the tub fun, and we had the following conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, "Ava, what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava, "I walk on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waddah&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, "oh yeah, do you know who else walked on water?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava, " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jehut&lt;/span&gt; walk on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;waddah&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, "That's right, beautiful, Jesus walked on water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jehut&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haat&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, "Yes, Jesus is in your heart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava, "Mommy, where my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haat&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your heart is right here." I said pointing to her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava, laughing.... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jehut&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;boobie&lt;/span&gt; Mommy!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so silly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-8247170143858466670?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/8247170143858466670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversations-with-ava.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/8247170143858466670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/8247170143858466670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversations-with-ava.html' title='Conversations with Ava'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-3582506763040238568</id><published>2009-03-11T20:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:54:59.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting there</title><content type='html'>I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' hungry! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Waaaaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!! But I am sucking it up because I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; to fit into one size smaller by the end of this week. I am actually watching what I am eating this week, which I usually don't do. I think I am doing pretty good. And I have had 2 great work outs this week, and have worked the heck out of my abs. Ouch! (but good ouch!) Now the smaller size is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; size 10. but still smaller than what I have been in. And if I can get into a 10 then I can fit into most of my shorts. I have slowly been moving down on the scale the past few days.. very slowly.. 154.. 153.8... 153.2.. 152.2... That 149 is so close I can taste it.. and I am so hungry right now, I just might eat it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. but I do feel good because my tight jeans fit a little looser this week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yiipeeee&lt;/span&gt;! I will be so excited to be a size down! because then the next size is a single digit. Wow!! So close!!! I think some good motivation is that I booked my trip to Vegas this week. And we are staying a Mandalay Bay. The big deal about that hotel is the POOL. And I don't want to be totally self-conscious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hangin&lt;/span&gt; at the pool. I will let you know if those jeans fit at the end of the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-3582506763040238568?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3582506763040238568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-there.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3582506763040238568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3582506763040238568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-there.html' title='Getting there'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-9163316525026755740</id><published>2009-03-08T20:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:43:47.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Rick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the super sweet card Makenzie made for Daddy for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SbRz_jWbXyI/AAAAAAAAALA/NO3i7PlS_1Q/s1600-h/DSC08573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SbRz_jWbXyI/AAAAAAAAALA/NO3i7PlS_1Q/s320/DSC08573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310997396234919714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-9163316525026755740?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/9163316525026755740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-rick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/9163316525026755740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/9163316525026755740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-rick.html' title='Happy Birthday Rick'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SbRz_jWbXyI/AAAAAAAAALA/NO3i7PlS_1Q/s72-c/DSC08573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-1187972998750052392</id><published>2009-03-06T20:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:15:57.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One down...</title><content type='html'>So I finally got to one of my spring cleaning projects. I did not quite follow my plan. But whatever! One down, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kazillion&lt;/span&gt; more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!! Clean craft cabinet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SbHYEgZULBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AlERhkJvc2o/s1600-h/DSC08570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SbHYEgZULBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AlERhkJvc2o/s320/DSC08570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310263007573715986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But how fun is my Laundry room when it is all clean! It makes me happy! I painted it this fun color, because Rick wouldn't let me use it anywhere else&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SbHYFDa_xWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ohh5qvA_ZCE/s1600-h/DSC08571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SbHYFDa_xWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ohh5qvA_ZCE/s320/DSC08571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310263016976008546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please notice how clean the top of the fridge is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SbHYEWPIjvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/C8F9Yl4SW-o/s1600-h/DSC08569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SbHYEWPIjvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/C8F9Yl4SW-o/s320/DSC08569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310263004846657266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-1187972998750052392?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1187972998750052392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-down.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1187972998750052392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1187972998750052392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-down.html' title='One down...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SbHYEgZULBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AlERhkJvc2o/s72-c/DSC08570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-3066595019580477119</id><published>2009-03-04T21:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:45:24.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic!</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you something...I am FABULOUS! No, nothing happened that has prompted me to make this point. I just think you all need to know. I am hard on myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, but when you get down to it, I am pretty awesome! I am not even close to perfect. But here ya go... I am raising 4 children, and am doing a pretty dang good job with it! My kids are USUALLY respectful. They eat their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vegetables&lt;/span&gt;. They Love the Lord. They share &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; toys with their friends (at least Ava does. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) They know that they are loved and know that they are safe. And let's be honest, they are VERY CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I AM FUN DAMN IT!!! I don't get to be as fun as I want to be, because, as I stated before, I am raising 4 children. And all that feeding, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disciplining&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;boundary&lt;/span&gt; setting, prayer saying, and teaching doesn't always leave much room for fun having! But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dadgumit&lt;/span&gt;, put me with some friends and I am fun! I like to laugh until I cry. I am silly, sarcastic, and I think, pretty witty. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; pretty witty sounds funny) Of course if you ask me, "Jessica, what is the funnest thing you have done in the last month?" My answer would be, "clip my toenails." But regardless... I am fun! And I am sticking to that!&lt;br /&gt;More proof to support my proclamation of awesomeness? I am an AMAZING wife. Just ask my husband. (He better say yes, or I will kick his butt) Again, not prefect wife, but pretty dang good! I am absolutely happy with my place in our family. I think after my husband has a long week at work he deserves to spend an afternoon playing baseball. I think when a friend calls he SHOULD go have a beer and hang out. Strip club... whatever, I don't care. (luckily Rick thinks strip clubs are as silly as I do) I am proud to have dinner made for him at 6pm when he gets home from work. If he wants to watch future weapons instead of designed to sell, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that.&lt;br /&gt;I also think I make a great friend. I don't get to do as much for my friends as I would like., But I LOVE my friends. And I think about them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. I will always listen if they need someone. If I know a friend has a need, and I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ability&lt;/span&gt;, at all, to meet that need I will. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so again, I can't think of a specific &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt; in the last month that has made me a good friend. But I am sure I have done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; nice before... right??&lt;br /&gt;I just need to get over this need to be perfect. When I think of the people I love I don't put the expectation on them to be perfect, so why do I do it to myself? That is silly! I am happy with me!&lt;br /&gt;So there it is. I am Wonderful. Ask God, He thinks so too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-3066595019580477119?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3066595019580477119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/fantastic.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3066595019580477119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3066595019580477119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/fantastic.html' title='Fantastic!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-4082117387503925861</id><published>2009-03-03T14:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:27:59.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to organize!</title><content type='html'>Is it spring yet??? I have the spring cleaning bug. Not so much a bug, more like a virus that eats at me until I am incapacitated. I am in such a mood to purge, and totally get rid of stuff. Here is my dilemma, and why I haven't done it yet... alot of the stuff that needs to go is either Rick's, or stuff that Rick's parents have given me. SO I can't ask Rick to throw away one more thing of his! He jokes about how when we moved in I got rid of all HIS stuff. Well, come on, he was a bachelor with very questionable taste. (Am I sleeping in a room with black lacquer night stands and a water bed?.... No) SO yes, we threw out most of his furnishings. But now we just have STUFF. Stuff everywhere! Here are a few of my pet peeves. And these things HURT me! Every time I see them it hurts! First is the top of our refrigerator in the laundry room. Uggggg. Now, what is up here is what I took down back in December from the mantel to decorate for Christmas. And I dislike it all so much that I have not put any of it back up. And I would gladly toss it all. The thing is, is that most of it is sentimental stuff. The topper from our wedding cake, a clock his parents gave us (that doesn't work) a candle thing that his brother gave me (sweet, but we never lit it and I have had it for 2 years) and a few other decorations that I am just over. And if I don't want to display it then what??? up to the attic??? Never to be seen again until we move and wonder why we kept it that long? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sa2M3z6UzKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Z-y5pgcWgUs/s1600-h/DSC08568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sa2M3z6UzKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Z-y5pgcWgUs/s320/DSC08568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309054426195217570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next comes the top of our closet (shudder) So much junk! And you see, well, taken care of!!?? There are shoes and cowboy hats, and paper shredders, and clothes, and fax machines... Do we use these things? Not usually, but that one random time we need them, we sure are glad we have it....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sa2M4LYco3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/vQwxBS7UgTw/s1600-h/DSC08567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sa2M4LYco3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/vQwxBS7UgTw/s320/DSC08567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309054432495575922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then is the worst of all for me. Mostly because the other things are hidden... I can close off the laundry room. And I can shut the closet door. But this looks me in the face every time I go into the bedroom! It is Rick's dresser. We bought this new bedroom set last year. And We love it. But you can't even see it under all the junk. Somehow piles and piles of clothes end up on there every day. and under the clothes is even worse. Little random things, bow tie, watch, notes from the kids, change, chapstick, cds. Blech. And then the lovely hats going up the side of the mirror. He loves his hats. And although he only wears about 5 of them, I won't ask him to get rid of them. I have however suggested we don't "display them" He did not agree with me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sa2M3tZrI8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cGYL-2OxvDg/s1600-h/DSC08566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sa2M3tZrI8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cGYL-2OxvDg/s320/DSC08566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309054424447656898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So these are the things in my house that are driving me nutso right now. But I have a plan... Tomorrow I am doing the laundry room, Thursday the closet and this weekend begging Rick to do the dresser. Maybe I won't toss it all (although I would love to) But I can definitely find a better solution that what we currently have going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please don't judge me by these pictures. I try really hard to keep the rest of my house in order. It is just these sneaky little hidden places that get sooooooo out of control. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-4082117387503925861?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/4082117387503925861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-to-organize.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4082117387503925861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4082117387503925861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-to-organize.html' title='I need to organize!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sa2M3z6UzKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Z-y5pgcWgUs/s72-c/DSC08568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-6266032358919975463</id><published>2009-03-01T20:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:21:45.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>not good</title><content type='html'>I am in kind of an ugly place right now. I would not call it "depression." But it is not a good place. You may have noticed, I have not been blogging much about my weight. Mainly because I am embarrassed. I have sunk slowly into the "if no one saw it, it didn't happen" thinking. For instance, I just shoved 2 chocolate chip cookies down my throat while my husband was brushing the kids teeth. Hiding, in the kitchen. And with my husband having lots of baseball lessons at night, I have been eating late. But if he doesn't see, then I can still whine and gripe that I am "working really hard", and still fat. Then of course, I sink further because, not only am I sneaking around eating, but I am also LYING. YUCK! I know it is the devil trying to get me down and not believe in myself, and I hate that I let him have any power over me. But I can just feel it. Way down deep. Makes me not want to go to the gym tomorrow. Makes me want to give up. Makes me want to eat BOTH my enchiladas at Mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cocina&lt;/span&gt;, instead of saving one for lunch tomorrow, because, "What's the point?" Then it all snowballs into other parts of my life. I am SO uncomfortable right now. That is the best way to describe it... Not physically; emotionally and mentally. I am uncomfortable sitting in my house because it is just a mess. I am snapping at my kids, because I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;irritable&lt;/span&gt; and "uncomfortable" I just want to shake everything off. It's like there is a force of negativity following me and pushing itself up against my body. It is so hard to explain. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yuckiness&lt;/span&gt;, in my head, in my stomach, in my heart, all around me. And most of it has to do with the shame of sneaky eating. How dumb is that??? And my poor husband doesn't know what to do. He just sees that I am grouchy. I hope he doesn't think it is him! I think it has all come about, because I got a little upset that even when I am doing things good, I am still not losing. I need to just enjoy the exercising, and that it makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;me FEEL&lt;/span&gt; better. I have got to get out of this funk!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UGGGGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-6266032358919975463?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6266032358919975463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-good.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/6266032358919975463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/6266032358919975463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-good.html' title='not good'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-6247274019054754699</id><published>2009-02-26T22:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:50:09.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Easton took her first steps on Sunday! Of course, by the time I grabbed the video camera, she was done for the night. But I still got this fun shot. She has taken a few more steps here and there this week, but nothing consistent yet.  She has really been wanting to play outside with the big kids this week though, and I think she realizes that crawling outside hurts.  Man, I love her. She is such an absolute joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SaduHvPwqpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nU_NTbfPA8Q/s1600-h/DSC_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SaduHvPwqpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nU_NTbfPA8Q/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307331765100128914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-6247274019054754699?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6247274019054754699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/6247274019054754699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/6247274019054754699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/steps.html' title='Steps!!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SaduHvPwqpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nU_NTbfPA8Q/s72-c/DSC_0137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-6217205296361860070</id><published>2009-02-26T22:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:34:53.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect days!</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh! Could the last few days have been any better? Mid seventies! I love it. I forced the kids to be outside any time we could be. We did the zoo, parks, yard work, backyard soccer, whatever, as long as we were outside. We went to good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chisolm&lt;/span&gt; park Tuesday and had such a wonderful time. Thain brought some of his birthday presents to play with, and there was another boy there to play with him. I brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Easton's&lt;/span&gt; walker and she loved walking around the playground. And Ava, well, she is just her absolute happiest when she is outside! She would swing and slide and walk outside all day and all night. We brought a whole loaf of bread to feed the ducks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; kept reaching for them from the stroller. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, such a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sadq1HnD5uI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iakU0IBaHVI/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sadq1HnD5uI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iakU0IBaHVI/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307328146687911650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sadq1SiSAjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/P1cSJWqLrGA/s1600-h/DSC_0012+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sadq1SiSAjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/P1cSJWqLrGA/s320/DSC_0012+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307328149620654642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; walking with her walker!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SadsTNifoYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/E1tMr1VArLg/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SadsTNifoYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/E1tMr1VArLg/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307329763187073410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ava  loves a balance beam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sadq0xN30AI/AAAAAAAAAJk/h4uO4xIs8AU/s1600-h/DSC_0011+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sadq0xN30AI/AAAAAAAAAJk/h4uO4xIs8AU/s320/DSC_0011+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307328140676681730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-6217205296361860070?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6217205296361860070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/6217205296361860070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/6217205296361860070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-days.html' title='perfect days!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/Sadq1HnD5uI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iakU0IBaHVI/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-1484586019124514790</id><published>2009-02-24T21:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:26:24.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl after my heart!</title><content type='html'>I just love this little video. We recently gave Makenzie one of our older digital cameras. She loves to shoot her little sisters. And Ava seems to like the extra attention. I shot this through the window, because I didn't want to interrupt the session. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-89d806994d867d4f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D89d806994d867d4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331677177%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1206A9DA8AB8B2D20CE8ADDD607B55E1C3B13740.6BA2D26A50F179D5FA6EC7322CE26E98581A2683%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D89d806994d867d4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw0o2-UUtNpaKbdNlwR9GlY_s_zk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D89d806994d867d4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331677177%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1206A9DA8AB8B2D20CE8ADDD607B55E1C3B13740.6BA2D26A50F179D5FA6EC7322CE26E98581A2683%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D89d806994d867d4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw0o2-UUtNpaKbdNlwR9GlY_s_zk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please excuse the screaming baby in the background!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-1484586019124514790?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=89d806994d867d4f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1484586019124514790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/girl-after-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1484586019124514790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/1484586019124514790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/girl-after-my-heart.html' title='Girl after my heart!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-594792718583413691</id><published>2009-02-16T21:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:46:49.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8pm bedtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love when All the following things go together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SZoo0_mxkMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pIDhXC80ik4/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SZoo0_mxkMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pIDhXC80ik4/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303596402074554562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SZoo1bcyCbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6rzg9hBI2co/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SZoo1bcyCbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6rzg9hBI2co/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303596409548835250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SZooysYsawI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LzOUx1bdW-o/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SZooysYsawI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LzOUx1bdW-o/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303596362555484930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SZooyZZdKZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1Z_VhZrXCpU/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SZooyZZdKZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1Z_VhZrXCpU/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303596357458405778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SZooyNeNROI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8arEPeXgtQM/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SZooyNeNROI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8arEPeXgtQM/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303596354257110242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-594792718583413691?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/594792718583413691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-when-all-following-things-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/594792718583413691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/594792718583413691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-when-all-following-things-go.html' title='8pm bedtime'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SZoo0_mxkMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pIDhXC80ik4/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-4852695008870908129</id><published>2009-02-16T19:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:41:12.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The good with the bad</title><content type='html'>I am usually an "All or nothing" kind of gal. It is either right, or wrong, fulfilling, or a let down. So it is a little tricky for me, all this exercise, weight loss hub-bub. Because it is neither all good, nor all bad. And sometimes that is hard for me to grasp. So here it is. I will give you the good and the bad! Let's start with the bad. (only because then that way I can end with the good, and feels like a happier overall message. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BAD.....&lt;br /&gt;I have only lost a little over 5 lbs. (Oh, as of today I am 153.2.. 2 days ago, I was 152.6, but that went away quickly) 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;STINKIN&lt;/span&gt; POUNDS!!!! I am so irritated at this. It has been over a month. I have been fervent in going to the gym 4 days a week, and missing my cokes, and being so hungry at night, that I have been going to bed at 930, just so I don't get grouchy because I am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD....&lt;br /&gt;The 5 pounds... yeah, they all came from my BOOBS! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, not ALL 5 lbs. But what the heck. It's not like they are perky beauties from my teen years. They need all the filling they can get these days! Why can't the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;noticeable&lt;/span&gt; weight come from my face, or my thighs?? It is not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad...&lt;br /&gt;I am sore all the time. When does working out stop hurting? And if it stops hurting, does that mean it is no longer working?? It is one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; I have to face in the morning, my body wants to stay in bed or on the couch, because of how I punished it 2 days before. But I fight through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad...&lt;br /&gt;It takes time away from the family. The kids hate when I go at night, because I am not there to tuck them in. But even worse, I am missing out on time with Rick. And that is in short enough supply already. When I go at night, it is really, "Hi babe, dinner will be ready in 12 minutes, please give them baths, I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; back at 830." Then when I get back, he is worn out from having to deal with the kids, and I am tired form the work out. So we veg in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; for a few minutes and then go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so on to the good stuff...&lt;br /&gt;I have lost 5 pounds. 5 WHOLE POUNDS!!! That is 5 pounds less I have to haul around everyday. And 5 pounds closer to me being the sexy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MILF&lt;/span&gt; my husband deserves to be married to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good...&lt;br /&gt;The kids see me exercising. And I have conversations with them about it. We talk about how our bodies are healthier when we exercise, how we feel better when we exercise, how God wants us to take care of his temple by being healthy. All kinds of good lessons. They do crunches with me at night, and lunges, and think it is tons of fun! I think they can see it makes me feel better, even if they don't yet see that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; make me look better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good....&lt;br /&gt;I feel better about myself. Sure, I get discouraged that the weight is still there. But It feels good when I leave the gym nasty and dripping with sweat. I am proud when I RUN for 10 minutes on the treadmill, instead of walk. Or when I do 70lbs on the hip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;adduction&lt;/span&gt; machine. Or when I am the biggest one in the kickboxing class, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dadgumit&lt;/span&gt;, I do it full out the whole 55 minutes, while some of the others leave in the middle, or have to take multiple breaks. I feel good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good...&lt;br /&gt; I can run around with my kids with out getting winded. That is a big one. Before we would go play soccer, and I would be goalie, just because I didn't want to run up and down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;field&lt;/span&gt;. Last week we did dribbling races back and forth on the field, and it was fun!! We can go out and ride bikes and I am not dreading going uphill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I will have much more "good" in a few weeks. But I think that is a pretty fair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;assessment&lt;/span&gt; of my feelings towards all this.  It is about even, the good and the bad. And I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that. If it was easy and all good then there would be nothing for me to strive for.  So here I am . 153.2. Not exactly where I was hoping to be at this point, but closer to it than I was last month! And hey, if I lose another 5 pounds this month I will be UNDER 149. And that will be FANTASTIC!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-4852695008870908129?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/4852695008870908129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-with-bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4852695008870908129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4852695008870908129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-with-bad.html' title='The good with the bad'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-5448284081868687175</id><published>2009-02-11T12:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:11:05.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FB/Blog Friends</title><content type='html'>I am addicted to facebook. I didn't like it at all the first couple of weeks I was on it. I liked my myspace, where I could change the background and do little blogs (even though I never did). But now I am all about facebook. Let me tell you what I think is funny, and what I love about it. What I love is that I have reconnected with quite a few of my old friends. Alot from high school, and alot from various, almost forgotten parts of my life. And it is fabulous. Today I read Megs 25 things and really enjoyed learning new things about her. I like reading about Amy's amazing love and Faith in God. I love knowing that Gina randomly thinks about how much she loves her husband even though they have been together forever. I love to write that I am having a crappy day, and almost immediately 6 people try to cheer me up! And as far as blogs. I LOVE LOVE LOVE them. It is so wonderful to be able to jump on Marcia's blog and see what they all did for Christmas, or read in Ginger's blog about the juxtaposition of her greatfulness and fears from having tiny twins. It is such a fun outlet for me to write when I am happy, sad, frustrated, joyful and fearful. But here is where it all becomes a little silly and strange for me. It has kind of given me a false sense of friendship. Not that my fb friends and fellow bloggers are not my real friends. It is just weird to feel so close to people when you don't see them often, or  sometimes... EVER. Please don't misunderstand and think that I am saying that you guys are not my friends. But alot of the stories that we read about are very personal and very heartfelt. And these are not regular things that would come up in a conversation between friends that are not super super close. I love to learn all these things about people that I usually wouldn't. The other funny thing is that when I actually DO get to see my friends it is sometimes hard to find things to talk about. for instance... "Oh, I have the funniest story, Ava has started acting like a dog!" other friend, "Yea, and she is eating dog food and peeing outside, I read your blog! So funny." me, "Oh did I tell you Rick is out of town?" Friend, "I read it on your facebook status"&lt;br /&gt;It is so great the way we all know so much about each other now. And you guys should know, Gina, Ginger, Marcia, Carolyn, Amy, Jodi, Alex, Josh, and many, many others, I love you guys. And I feel, oddly, closer to you than I would if I didn't read your blogs and your Fbs. But I feel silly that I feel that way. And I wish we all had time to see more of each other. But for now I will settle for reading your blogs and commenting on your FB statuses! Does that make sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-5448284081868687175?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5448284081868687175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/fbblog-friends.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/5448284081868687175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/5448284081868687175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/fbblog-friends.html' title='FB/Blog Friends'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-2236543306648282533</id><published>2009-02-08T19:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:17:04.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Puppy!</title><content type='html'>This whole week Ava has been a puppy. When you call her, she will tell you, "I no Ava, I puppy" So I have given in to saying, "Come here puppy it is time to get dressed." Or, " Puppy, It is time to get in the car." She really likes when you play along. A not so big secret of Ava's is that she loves to eat dog food. I know it is awful, but she has since she was very little. We actually have her on video sitting in front of the tv eating dog food out of the dog bowl, like it is popcorn! So this weekend, she has been carrying the dog food bowl around, and these words have had to come out of my mouth, "No puppy you cannot eat a whole bowl of dog food. You can have 3 pieces." To which she answers, "But mommy, I puppy!" What are you gonna do?? I also realized this evening a new chapter in the "I puppy." She said she needed to go potty, I told her to go, so she... WENT OUTSIDE AND PEED!!!! I noticed it when she was in mid stream and yelled, "Ava no Ma'am, you go on the potty"... "But I puppy, Mommy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-2236543306648282533?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2236543306648282533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-puppy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/2236543306648282533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/2236543306648282533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-puppy.html' title='I Puppy!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-3924861820622314068</id><published>2009-02-03T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:17:05.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>155 forever! NO!!</title><content type='html'>I have a new strategy. The personal trainer told me that I had to do regular weight training. He said the more muscle I build, the more calories and fat my body will burn on it's own. And it will increase the effectiveness of my cardio. I feel like it is counterproductive at this point to me losing weight. So, My new plan is All cardio all the time! I was doing 25 mins of weights, then 30 mins of cardio. Now I am doing 45-55 mins of cardio. Just for these next 2 weeks. I want that damn number to go down. Then when I get it down a little, I can go back to the weights and work on my strength. I haven't been able to go to my kickboxing class the last 2 weeks, and I really feel that. Rick has had baseball lessons. But he has promised me that he will not schedule any more on Tuesdays.  That is just a nice, hard full hour work out. What is funny, is that I am becoming one of those people that, if I don't work out when I am supposed to, I have started getting grouchy. I guess that is a good thing. The kids don't like it when I work out at night though. They like me to be home to say prayers. But daddy does a good job putting them down.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and last thing... The other day when I went to the grocery store and I was STARVING, I bought some skinny cow ice cream sandwiches. they are fat free and 50 calories, and SO GOOD! I might go eat one now! Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-3924861820622314068?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3924861820622314068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/155-forever-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3924861820622314068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3924861820622314068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/155-forever-no.html' title='155 forever! NO!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-7950794877956797169</id><published>2009-02-02T22:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:52:17.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I will make a post about my weight tomorrow.. Man, uploading pics can take forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-7950794877956797169?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7950794877956797169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7950794877956797169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7950794877956797169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-3014356228910169367</id><published>2009-02-02T22:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:51:02.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERBOWL!!!</title><content type='html'>What a fantastic day Sunday was!  I had made all the girls rhinestone Steelers shirts. And we had gotten one for Thain at the store. We got them all dressed to go meet Grandma for lunch. I must say, we looked like a pretty cute little family! We were stopped by tons of Steelers fans just to say hi. It was like Christmas how nice everyone was being! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfH6byRAyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/nLH9EMuyP-M/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfH6byRAyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/nLH9EMuyP-M/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298423293329605410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were invited by my fantastic friend Dawn to come to their house to watch the game. I love going to her house, because she has five kids. So I know she understands that kids are not always going to be perfect. They might have a break down in a your living room. Or they might hit your kid for no reason at all. Or they might pee in your sons closet because they are scared to aske where the bathroom is. (Yes, all of these are things my children have done!!) But she understands because more than likely one of her kids has done it too. Maybe not pee in someones closet, but you get my drift. I was amazed at how good the kids were. Yes, there was some noise, and some grouchiness towards the end of the night, but they did pretty good. Easton was amazing and didn't fuss the whole time! It was also fun because I think Rick had a really good time, and may have made a new friend in Dawn's husband! And OH MY GOSH, What a fantastic and exciting game!  We really had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfKPSOiQ3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/u_XFZFYYJJ0/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfKPSOiQ3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/u_XFZFYYJJ0/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298425850564330354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh I almost forgot the funniest part. Saturday night Romy and Eric t-ped our house... Sort of... They put red streamers and baloons all over our bushes and front yard. And a big Cardinals balloon. it was so funny. They rang the doorbell at about 1030 and night and Rick was like, " who the hell is that??" I said, " I don't know" and tried to subtly grab for the camera. He was so suprised! It was hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfMJKt3B8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/9OZMXgxluIY/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfMJKt3B8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/9OZMXgxluIY/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298427944492271554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfMJsq5qyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sE4TVqXnmr0/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfMJsq5qyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sE4TVqXnmr0/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298427953606667042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfMJ1n7JjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2hqIGqDD_vM/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfMJ1n7JjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2hqIGqDD_vM/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298427956010100274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfMKKkTWUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pQ7zif7Wfd8/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfMKKkTWUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pQ7zif7Wfd8/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298427961632053570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-3014356228910169367?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3014356228910169367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/superbowl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3014356228910169367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3014356228910169367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/superbowl.html' title='SUPERBOWL!!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfH6byRAyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/nLH9EMuyP-M/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-8404936746440909081</id><published>2009-02-02T22:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:21:48.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy craft</title><content type='html'>Rick came home the other day with crafts for him and each of the kids. He is really good at taking time with each kid and giving them his undivided attention. They were very simple wood crafts that he had picked up while he was out. But the kids were so excited to do them with him. They were like 3d wooden puzzles. So they each sat down with him and popped all the little pieces out and then built them with him. They were so proud of them when they were done. Thain's was a little airplane and it has a music box inside of it. He has been taking it to bed and winding it up to listen to it when he goes to sleep.&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/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfEwGyktwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iVR6PxIPjnE/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfEwGyktwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iVR6PxIPjnE/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298419817360176898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes, Thain does have 4 wrist bands on one arm. he thinks this makes him look cool and strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfEwJbyJoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bxe0PDUlZt0/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfEwJbyJoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bxe0PDUlZt0/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298419818069894786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfFnbPLW6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q34pN8GAjfk/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfFnbPLW6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q34pN8GAjfk/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298420767741664162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ava's was a giant butterfly. She did so good punching out all the small pieces. I think she was pretty proud of herself.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfFnsFhYgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OvftaQzdT3c/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfFnsFhYgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OvftaQzdT3c/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298420772264567298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8295089370635000208-8404936746440909081?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/8404936746440909081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/daddy-craft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/8404936746440909081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/8404936746440909081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/daddy-craft.html' title='Daddy craft'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfEwGyktwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iVR6PxIPjnE/s72-c/DSC_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-312152589946048911</id><published>2009-02-02T21:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:06:44.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYe9rg1DYiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ffkxFd42s3k/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYe9rg1DYiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ffkxFd42s3k/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298412041869156898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I am their mom, so I have to think this. But my babies are so gorgeous!!! This weekend was so beautiful I couldn't imagine spending Saturday inside. Makenzie was camping with a girlfriend, so she is not in these pics. I will take some of her next weekend. But Me, Thain Ava and Easton spent the day at the ft worth botanical gardens. It is such an easy spot to take pretty pictures. Thain is going through a weird stage, and is not taking the best pictures right now, but he is still so handsome. And my baby girls are just too precious. Alot of you have already seen these, but I wanted to post them here, for you guys that don't do facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYe9r9q6b1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/CeSv_6BP-6A/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYe9r9q6b1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/CeSv_6BP-6A/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298412049611255634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only did I use the suckers as bribery to get the kids to take cute pics. they also made great props! It is hard for me to pick just a few to post, because I thought they were all so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYe9rt6xaXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hyglh1X9YCA/s1600-h/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYe9rt6xaXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hyglh1X9YCA/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298412045382805874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easton's latest thing is "the tongue" It is sticking out all day long. I think if you look closely enough at this picture there is some drool hanging off her chin too. She is so sweet!!&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/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfBg-ZSfMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CIXQZHXy_aQ/s1600-h/DSC_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfBg-ZSfMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CIXQZHXy_aQ/s320/DSC_0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298416258873720002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfB6zJQb9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/5CEXO2toXq8/s1600-h/DSC_0096.e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYfB6zJQb9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/5CEXO2toXq8/s320/DSC_0096.e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298416702530285522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there is my handsome young man. I can't believe how big he is getting! He is quite a handful these days. But He has such a good heart, and loves his sisters so much. He asked the other day if he could marry Ava, because he wanted to be with her forever! Does it get any better??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-312152589946048911?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/312152589946048911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-funny-valentine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/312152589946048911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/312152589946048911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-funny-valentine.html' title='My Funny Valentine'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYe9rg1DYiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ffkxFd42s3k/s72-c/DSC_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-7552919765030315566</id><published>2009-02-02T21:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:33:34.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had such a fun day when school was canceled. We took the kids "ice skating" in the street. Ava has played in the snow, but never on ice. She had such a blast! She kept runningin place with her feet slipping under her. She thought it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYe5Bdm6csI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ABoLm9aGGSs/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYe5Bdm6csI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ABoLm9aGGSs/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298406921403527874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even when they were falling everyone had a good attitude and that always makes for a better time. Thain fell alot. His bottom was pretty cold by the end of our skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYe4PrNUfAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zXzZoJNX7MQ/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYe4PrNUfAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zXzZoJNX7MQ/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298406066060819458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Makenzie did pretty good. She was suprised when she took her first step onto the ice and her feet came right out from under her.  You can see in the pucs, by about 1030 almost all the ice was gone. We had find places in the shade where there was still ice. It was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYe4QA8YNYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bRIfcFmSLTo/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYe4QA8YNYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bRIfcFmSLTo/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298406071895340418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-7552919765030315566?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7552919765030315566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/ice-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7552919765030315566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7552919765030315566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/02/ice-day.html' title='Ice day'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SYe5Bdm6csI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ABoLm9aGGSs/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-6247159825870958615</id><published>2009-01-29T21:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:27:57.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>absolutely nothing</title><content type='html'>How has it been 5 days, and nothing has been going on?? Well, there was the ice day. That was fun! We got the kids all bundled up and took the out "ice skating." The kids had a good time. They each fell a few times, I fell once.  I will upload pics later. Let's see, what else... I am still at 155 lbs I have felt thinner this week. lol I am hoping it will go down by the end of this week. I was so irritated this morning at the gym. I am not a fan of the lady in the child care area. It doesn't seem like she actually likes kids. I guess Easton was crying in there. So I only got 10 mins into my work out, and I had to go get her. It was ok, I got to spend an extra hour that I usually don't with her. Then we went to eat with my mom, and I was pretty proud of myself. I ordered enchiladas with rice and beans, and we had queso. I didn't eat the queso!!!! Yippeee for me. I love queso and when it is sitting in front of you it is really hard to resist! And I only ate 1 of my enchiladas and a few bites of beans. Not to bad!! Then for dinner I had yogurt and ummmmm.... just now I had a fat free ice cream sandwich. That's all I got tonight. I am so not in the mood to think right now. This weekend will be full of fun times I am sure, so check back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-6247159825870958615?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6247159825870958615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/absolutely-nothing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/6247159825870958615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/6247159825870958615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/absolutely-nothing.html' title='absolutely nothing'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-5189975944809324227</id><published>2009-01-24T19:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:36:53.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>diary of a really bad mom</title><content type='html'>I was a terrible wife and mother today. I did absolutely nothing for my kids. I spent no time with them and barely saw my husband. Not for any reason at all. This morning I had my photography class, that I really enjoyed. Then I came home and did NOTHING. There was laundry to be done, dirty dishes in the sink, my floor to mop. And I did none of it. I should have spent the afternoon doing crafts with the kids, or playing games, or even watching tv with them. Isn't that awful. I kind of just vegged on the couch all day. I think I picked some things up around the house, but that's all. The kids played together pretty well all day. Well, most of the day Makenzie watched tv in our room and Thain played in their living room. Easton and Ava took long naps. So it was just a quiet day. At about 530 Grandma came to take them to a movie. These are the days that make me feel so guilty. I know I don't have to spend ALL day entertaining the kids. But I absolutely should love on them and make them feel important. Tomorrow will be a better day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-5189975944809324227?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5189975944809324227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/diary-of-really-bad-mom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/5189975944809324227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/5189975944809324227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/diary-of-really-bad-mom.html' title='diary of a really bad mom'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-827699549394656592</id><published>2009-01-23T08:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:32:36.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so tired of seeing 155. whatever on the scale. Why isn't it moving. Rhetorical question... I know why it is not moving. I am not doing enough.  I am starting to get frustrated. I was so excited about the first few pounds. Now I seem to be at a stand still. On Tuesday, I felt so good. I did my regular kickboxing class, then I met Marcia up there and did the treadmill and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elliptical&lt;/span&gt;. It was almost like 2 work outs in one. But, I got nothing from it. I expected to go down a couple of lbs this week, because I have been working out pretty hard, and eating... not great, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; better. And I am still at 155. I so badly want to get over the 150 hump. I know I will feel great when I see 149.(never thought that would make me happy!) I told a friend I would try not to get upset until mid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;feb&lt;/span&gt;. Then if there are no results I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wollow&lt;/span&gt; in my self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pitty&lt;/span&gt;, so I am sorry for having an early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pitty&lt;/span&gt; party. I just have to get out my negative feelings, so I can get past them and get my butt in gear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-827699549394656592?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/827699549394656592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-tired-of-seeing-155.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/827699549394656592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/827699549394656592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-tired-of-seeing-155.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-4353840031933439107</id><published>2009-01-21T09:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:47:29.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was such a fun easy day. It started out so laid back. The kids all played in their playroom. Sometimes together, sometimes doing their own thing. I just love when they are in there playing and NOT watching tv. Even Easton has gotten big enough to go in there and play, and I don't worry she will get hurt. Her baby toys are all still in the living room, but she is SO over them. LOL&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293767023439383330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXc9D2vICyI/AAAAAAAAADg/bysFI_hb-Cs/s320/DSC08499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ava chilled out looking at a book&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293767026815975522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXc9EDUKwGI/AAAAAAAAADo/IXcjzJGXMII/s320/DSC08500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Easton poured out all the tinker toys and played with the container.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293767030815613394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXc9ESNwYdI/AAAAAAAAADw/-m_SBE8T85I/s320/DSC08501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thain "shopped" He has an obsession with putting toys into carrying things. Lunchboxes, suitcases, toolboxes, halloween baskets, whatever he can find. Then he will carry the specific toys around all day and just show people what is in his container. FUN!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293767030676023490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXc9ERseaMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/09vpARZJvhI/s320/DSC08503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then after lunch we made masks. Ava LOVES to color with markers. Thain made a rainbow tiger, and so did Ava... Whatever Thain says she says, "Me too!" &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293767035664158034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXc9EkRvTVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/svUCcgZJ8RY/s320/DSC08506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tadaaaaa!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293771818671471666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXdBa-Xi_DI/AAAAAAAAAEI/as8J3gv7rCU/s320/DSC08510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Even Mom made one! That's a pretty good zebra mask!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293771820489698498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXdBbFJC7MI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K053cDMt2BE/s320/DSC08511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then came the fun of dress up. They were pirates/wolverine/army people. The funniest thing was that they both needed a telescope. Thain had his long one, thanks to grandma the day before, but Ava didn't have one. Thain came and told me,"Don't worry mom, I found one for Ava too." Very excitedly she held hers up... I thought, a little yucky, he must have gotten one out of the trash...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293771826424174002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXdBbbP71bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/83dfaVJ7bvE/s320/DSC08512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But still.. what a good big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXdBbvxHtzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/g-9V53-33y8/s1600-h/DSC08513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293771831932073778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXdBbvxHtzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/g-9V53-33y8/s320/DSC08513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But oh no... He did not get it out of the trash.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293771840329160818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXdBcPDJGHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZmlxAGzOptc/s320/DSC08514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He unrolled the entire roll of toilet paper!!! But it was the thought that counts, right! I love these days. Nobody was rushed, nobody was grouchy. It was wonderful. I sure am lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-4353840031933439107?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/4353840031933439107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4353840031933439107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4353840031933439107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-in-life.html' title='a day in the life'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXc9D2vICyI/AAAAAAAAADg/bysFI_hb-Cs/s72-c/DSC08499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-2629407213981710368</id><published>2009-01-19T16:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:16:49.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weight history</title><content type='html'>I thought it would be fun to give a picture history of my weight... I never had weight issues growing up. I was a skinny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;minny&lt;/span&gt; since I was little. In high school I was very confident, and really like my body, which I know is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; than nearly every other teen alive. But I was good. I remember thinking in high school that my goal was to never, my whole life, be over 100 lbs, except for when I was pregnant, then I could go up to 125. WHAT!??!! I know that sounds anorexic, or whatever, but it wasn't I had a very small frame, and was pretty short. And who knew high kicks could burn so many calories!? SO I will start once I got out of High school. This is me in 2001. It was a few years after high school, but I was still healthy. I was probably just over 100lbs here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293135532047957938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXT-uN-3f7I/AAAAAAAAACI/ujdpM0YLULY/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After that, it all went down hill pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt;. I am not really sure what happened. It may have been that my husband (now ex) and I were really comfortable with each other. Or maybe it was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dreadded&lt;/span&gt; emotional eating. I don't know. I do know, that it starts to become REALLY hard to find pics of me at this point. I didn't take any. I also didn't see any of my friends. I withdrew from everyone. I remember being so lonely and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jsut&lt;/span&gt; really didn't care about myself.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293135534671318002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXT-uXwUy_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/QkoqXEq_QDc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh no!!! here is the worst picture EVER! And one of the bad things is that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; I looked really good. I had gone a bought a new dress, and did my hair and makeup. I knew I had to buy a bigger size than ever in the dress, but I convinced myself that it was the dress, not me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;.... It was SO me!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293135536880146514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXT-uf-82FI/AAAAAAAAACY/_i6m60_Ytsk/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; That was a very short lived phase. I think as soon as I got these pictures back I got a new gym membership. I became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OBSESSED&lt;/span&gt;. At this point I didn't have kids, so I could focus on whatever I wanted, and at this time it was the gym, twice a day, 3-4 hours a day(total, not each time) And I didn't eat. I lived pretty much on corn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chex&lt;/span&gt;, pickles and a scoop of peanut butter. I didn't care how I felt, I just didn't want to be THAT person. I got way too small, I think, and way too fast. I lost all the weight in about 5 months. I was probably 94lbs in the next pic. Fine for an active 17 year old, not for a 23 year old. And sadly, I didn't feel any better about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXT-usMe0BI/AAAAAAAAACg/bykXZT_UVCE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293135540158124050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXT-usMe0BI/AAAAAAAAACg/bykXZT_UVCE/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I got myself under control. A healthy, and good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;' 105. This was right around when I got married. I really felt great, and I started having friends again, and letting people into my life. it is unrealistic, but I would love to be THIS again. But with 4 kids, I don't have to time that it takes. And I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293135547190853762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXT-vGZNwII/AAAAAAAAACo/86yVMSKnqQo/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Next I got pregnant. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; was a little worried about my starting weight to carry my pregnancy,a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; suggested I gain a few pounds.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; A few??? How about 60!!!! I was a whopping 165lbs when I gave birth. WOW!!!! But hey, I was pregnant. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293136231677640850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXT_W8TlQJI/AAAAAAAAACw/0nbaCAzUYi4/s320/cluster+3257199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then came one of the hardest times for me. I had a newborn, and was going through a divorce (yes, short marriage)I had not lost all the weight. I was 135 after I had Thain. But since I had gotten so small before I was so unhappy with that. Looking back, man, I looked good. Was I crazy to think I was fat?? I was a regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; size 6. I would kill for a size 6 now!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293136233343745314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXT_XCgz_SI/AAAAAAAAAC4/b5BGHVFxj6I/s320/dallas+arboretum+05+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I will go through the next few quickly, that was all the meat of my challenge. I was great pregnant with Ava. Lots of morning sickness, and stayed small the whole pregnancy. Only 143 the day I gave birth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293136244713733122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXT_Xs3oPAI/AAAAAAAAADA/WvrP2nFP7M0/s320/DSC03167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;still looking pretty good!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293136248962826466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXT_X8ssQOI/AAAAAAAAADI/wGHVfngv1bQ/s320/DSC03467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fixing to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;. Again, I didn't gain much weight, I was around 154 the day before she was born. Gaining 11 lbs an entire pregnancy was not so bad! And of course I thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, baby will be 8, fluid 3, just that brought me back down to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; baby weight this time... And I knew it would be easy to lose a few more, and i would be looking great in NO TIME! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293136251892774082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXT_YHnPtMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZfKOY9SVkQg/s320/DSC06929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Boy was I wrong! This is me now. And yes, I pulled the least attractive photo I could find. (I have gotten pretty good at posing to hide my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;yuckies&lt;/span&gt;, but not here) It is me in all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;grody&lt;/span&gt; glory. Weighing MORE than the day I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293136951931279906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXUAA3dbmiI/AAAAAAAAADY/d1KP7q67mzI/s320/DSC07948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here are a few of my downfalls. Healthy food is much more expensive. I know that is also a great excuse, but let me put it this way. We have a family of 6, one income... I want to make salmon for the family, But it is $13 where as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;homebakes&lt;/span&gt; are $3. So what do I pick when I am grocery shopping on a budget?? You got it.. We are so busy, it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; too convenient to eat out instead of coming home. And again.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Mcdonalds&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; cheaper that subway. another excuse I use... It is so hard to find time to work out. I am happy that no matter what, I have my Mon and Thursday work outs. But if Rick is flying nights, or has baseball lessons &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is all I get for that week. Last one, I don't have time to sit down and EAT with the kids. I am in the kitchen with them, talking and stuff, but it is more of, Mom, can I have some ketchup, Mom, can I have some more juice, Mom, I need another napkin... you get my drift. So I like to eat once they go to bed. Now, that one I have conquered pretty well. I have not been eating late. But the others I still struggle with. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. SO that is all I can do for now. The kids are very irritated that I have been on the computer. (and rightfully so!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-2629407213981710368?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2629407213981710368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-thought-it-would-be-fun-to-give.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/2629407213981710368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/2629407213981710368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-thought-it-would-be-fun-to-give.html' title='weight history'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SXT-uN-3f7I/AAAAAAAAACI/ujdpM0YLULY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-4809616594203161860</id><published>2009-01-16T09:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:04:23.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>still</title><content type='html'>Still 155.8. The weekend will be hard, we tend to be busy, running around and eat out on the weekends. Hopefully I will make good choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-4809616594203161860?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/4809616594203161860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4809616594203161860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4809616594203161860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/still.html' title='still'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-4534178619287058292</id><published>2009-01-15T15:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:47:13.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a long day</title><content type='html'>And it's only 330! Today started off like a normal Thursday. I took Makenzie to school, dropped off Thain and Ava, then went and had a pretty good work out. I tried a different eliptical machine today, and it felt pretty good. Usually after that, me and Easton would go run a few errands, eat lunch, then she lays down for a nap, and I clean house and do laundry. Instead, right after the gym today I had to go pick up makenzie because of their REDICULOUS half day today. It was good, because Makenzie has really been asking to spend some time just with me. But it still stole my day. So I picked her up and I told her she could pick where we went to eat (fingers are crossed for RED ROBIN) No such luck. Chuck E Cheese it is. Ugggggg! But it's ok, they have a pretty good salad bar. SO we were there for 2 hours, and I won 104 tickets, thank you very much! After lunch we went to go get Ava and Thain. And Makenzie has never played in their indoor playground at YCW. So we played there for for another 1 1/2 hours. When everyone started getting grouchy we finally came home. So here we are 330pm, and I am pooped! But good news! Since the kids are pretty worn out too, I can let them watch a show in my bedroom (always a treat) and I can watch my shows from last night... Law and Order, Top Chef, AI, daily show and colbert report... Wow, there was laot on last night! Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-4534178619287058292?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/4534178619287058292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-long-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4534178619287058292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/4534178619287058292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-long-day.html' title='What a long day'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-7140410614783426537</id><published>2009-01-13T20:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:07:01.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man!</title><content type='html'>Nothing like a good pizza buffet after a mediocre work out! Ugggg. 2 steps back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-7140410614783426537?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7140410614783426537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7140410614783426537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/7140410614783426537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-man.html' title='oh man!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-642028539778039793</id><published>2009-01-13T13:35:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:20:49.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures I like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it would be fun to post some pictures that I am allowing myself to be proud of. My photography style is very happy. I wish I could do moody, artsy photos, but I just like them to make me smile. I have really enjoyed taking pictures since I was about 14. And some of these are scanned and pretty old. So the quality isn't so great. But I still like em. I'm very excited to be taking some photography classes over the next couple of months. My long-term goal is to start a small business once Easton starts school. I figure 4 1/2 years gives me some time to get some real education on the subject. The main thing I need to learn is how to work with lighting. I always have cool ideas in my head, and they never quite manifest the way I invision them. But these are a few that I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290867645458059090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWzwF2Eij1I/AAAAAAAAABY/YBzy0Bfh-Jw/s320/DSC02676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290869757502599442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWzyAyDMsRI/AAAAAAAAABg/ggWdPtgm_c8/s320/DSC07523.e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290875462559256498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWz3M3Csz7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NhCxxNyiX9U/s320/DSC_0094.e.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290875815292634882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWz3hZE5BwI/AAAAAAAAACA/F0L00r275HY/s320/proud_picnik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-642028539778039793?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/642028539778039793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/642028539778039793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/642028539778039793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-i-like.html' title='Pictures I like'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWzwF2Eij1I/AAAAAAAAABY/YBzy0Bfh-Jw/s72-c/DSC02676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-5498529649962627777</id><published>2009-01-13T08:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:22:06.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good start!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a pretty good workout. I actually RAN at the gym. Up until this point it was all I could do to walk fast on the treadmill. So I was proud of myself when I was actually able to run, and still breathe! Also, For dinner I ate my new favorite salad (well, not favorite, but good enough because I know it is healthy!) it is just fresh spinich, tomatos, bacon peices, and fat free italian dressing and a few wheat thins. And then I refrained from eating anything else last night. Which was hard because Rick got home so late, and usually we eat whenever he gets home. Anyway... all this to say... 155.8 this morning! Now, how it can fluctuate 2 1/2 pounds in a day, I don't know. But still, I will take it as truth until I weigh myself tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-5498529649962627777?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5498529649962627777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-start.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/5498529649962627777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/5498529649962627777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-start.html' title='Good start!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159244110912837886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaLVpTwXwIQ/SWvOwzTozUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ghFGaFU6rR0/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295089370635000208.post-3010810258851968924</id><published>2009-01-12T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:54:19.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>158.6! Yuck!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So this is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;begining&lt;/span&gt;... I wouldn't call this a new year's resolution. I have been working at it since September. But, I AM FAT. And I would like to not be any more. That's it. That is my goal. No goal weight, just "not fat." And I think it is doable. My reason for putting it out here like this is simple. I need to hold myself accountable. I do NOT work well when I ask other people to hold me accountable. (Do I know that I don't need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;peanutbutter&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dorito&lt;/span&gt; sandwich at 10pm... YES, I don't want my poor husband to have to tell me) SO this way, I can kind of tell myself... and well, you. I think it hurts me trying to hide my weight. It's not like you all can't see it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. So hopefully, by putting it out there,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;honeslty&lt;/span&gt;, I can look at it on a regular basis, and know that other people are seeing it. It will keep me motivated to make that number smaller. It will help me make the better choices. Now, I can't diet. I become a grouchy, mean person when I try. But I can... eat a little less, not eat so late, grab carrots and dip instead of potato chips. Here are the things I have already started, and honestly a little frustrated that there is no change so far. But I gave up coke. So hard for me! I LOVE coke. I will have one every once in a while, usually once a week.  I was working out just twice a week. Now it is at least 3. 4 If Rick's schedule allows. And I do not eat out during the week, except for my Wed at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mcdonalds&lt;/span&gt; with the kids.  So this is where I am starting. 158.6 pounds. It hurts me to realize the day before I gave birth to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; I was 156. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, hello, aren't you supposed to LOSE weight after a baby?!! This blog will not just be about my weight. I will of course talk about my family, my babies, my life... But my plan is to post my weight regularly. And hopefully, really soon be able to see the # go down. I know I can do it. Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295089370635000208-3010810258851968924?l=theboysenteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3010810258851968924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/1586-yuck.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3010810258851968924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295089370635000208/posts/default/3010810258851968924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboysenteam.blogspot.com/2009/01/1586-yuck.html' title='158.6! 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