<?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-3500500021750929717</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:53:44.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life with Boys</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-8036984075202285953</id><published>2010-08-12T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:23:26.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Tweeted...</title><content type='html'>I miss my bed! Good news: Ayden stayed in his til 6am; Bad news: I spent the night in Cohen's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a 16+ month old toddler w/a poopy diaper, I would not fight the person trying to wipe my butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing diapers one butt at a time for almost 3 years now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days at the gym have gone from 30 min. to 60+ minutes. Yay Cohen for cutting the cord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed and swept the swagger wagon today. Too bad I don't know of any detail shops ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching American Choppers - this is so Andy, Ryan and his dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Moose Tracks ice cream is not helping unwanted pounds disappear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your butt ever really get used to a bicycle seat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DVD in the swagger wagon has gotten some use. Thanks Dora for teaching me Spanish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-8036984075202285953?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8036984075202285953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-i-tweeted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/8036984075202285953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/8036984075202285953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-i-tweeted.html' title='If I Tweeted...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-2952526107206974017</id><published>2010-05-22T15:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:25:30.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrek the Final Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ayden's&lt;/span&gt; first movie theatre experience. I chose to go at nap time so that mamma's boy Cohen would be sleeping for my mom. I hoped he'd be asleep at least half the time we were gone. Turns out he was (and currently is) asleep. Nice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I knew we were seeing it in 3D but when I said two please and the ticket lady said $20.50, my mouth fell open. Um, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;matanee&lt;/span&gt;? I pointed at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ayden&lt;/span&gt; and said shouldn't he be cheaper? She asked me how old he was and after I told her that he was two she said, "Oh he's free." Well thanks for asking how old he was before you tried to take $20.50 from me! Sam met us there with her 3 kiddos. I felt bad that she had to pay $40 seeing as how it was my idea to go and see the 3D one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ayden&lt;/span&gt; made it through half of the movie (maybe it was the mini m&amp;amp;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;m's&lt;/span&gt; I took for him) before he was all over the place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I have to pee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I have to poop."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I don't want to wear the glasses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Carter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Carter, I have a boo boo, see it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We sat at the very top so it was a rather large row which in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ayden's&lt;/span&gt; mind meant that he didn't have to sit still. Sigh. After the last bathroom trip I told him we were leaving if he couldn't sit in his seat. He got up once and I let that one slide. We eventually made it through the movie. As soon as we got on the highway, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ayden&lt;/span&gt; was out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Note to self: Maybe 2 1/2 isn't the right age for a movie or maybe it needs to be before &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; after a nap. I really want to go see Toy Story, we'll see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(I cannot get this to center the way I want or space correctly between paragraphs!)&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/3500500021750929717-2952526107206974017?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2952526107206974017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/shrek-final-chapter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/2952526107206974017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/2952526107206974017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/shrek-final-chapter.html' title='Shrek the Final Chapter'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-6552560469861404399</id><published>2010-04-14T11:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:02:49.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must try to blog more. I must try to blog more. I must try to blog more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not so much about the blogging as it is about the memories. I think of stuff all the time that I want to blog about but just never sit down and do it. You know how you think you'll remember everything, ya not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayden is fully daytime potty trained and has been pretty much since February when we came home from Florida. While there, he had learn to use the big potty. It was nice not to have to clean out his little potty. I put that away as soon as we got home. (Note to self: skip that little thing all together with Cohen. Straight to the big potty for you little boy!) I'm not worried about Ayden being trained at night any time soon since he goes to be with a sippy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We successfully moved Cohen upstairs to his room and he is sleeping ALL night in his crib! I NEVER thought that day would come! He sleeps from about 7pm -7am, give or take. I'm thrilled! He's been sleeping better than Ayden lately, go figure! I think Ayden might be dreaming because he wakes up crying and he's half asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cohen is still very much attached to me and nursing 3 times a day. &lt;em&gt;Maybe &lt;/em&gt;when he weans he'll be less attached? Only time will tell... He has 7 teeth now, 2 of which just recently broke through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been back to the gym twice this week so far after a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; long haiatus. They boys were sick for a while with really bad colds which then led to me gettting it too. Then is was spring break and I didn't want to take them with all the extra kids being in the daycare. Wow, I was full of excuses there! Been running on and off for about 3 weeks and doing OnDemand workouts at home. I really like the 10lb. Slimdown ones! Saturday I will be running a 5k, slowly...I hope the weather is nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will (hopefully) have a patio garden this summer, that is, if Blaze leaves it alone. I've got 4 big pots on the deck with raspberries, blackberries, blueberries and grapes. One of those didn't make it since my big dumb dog pulled it out. I'm not sure which one it was though. Another one might not make it either since this morning he has pulled another one out! Let's just say I got my point across to him about how unhappy I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crying baby at my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully be back later to blog about Cohen's 1st Birthday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and "Ayden-isims" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-6552560469861404399?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6552560469861404399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/6552560469861404399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/6552560469861404399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-2132137289435942088</id><published>2010-02-23T11:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:27:40.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cohen's first Birthday is fast approaching. He is just 3 days shy of 11 months old. For the past, oh, 4, 5, 6, months (I really have no idea) I didn't think I'd survive! Cohen is the complete opposite of Ayden. He is a total mama's boy. I know the day will come when he won't need me anymore and I'll miss it but right now, in the moment, it is hard. He wants nothing to do with anyone but me. And for the most part he is happy with me as long as he is attached to my hip. If I put him down on my terms and not his, he will let me know. Trust me! So many people comment on how happy, sweet and smiley he is when we are out and about. One lady looked at him and said, "I bet he never cries." "Oh, you have no idea," I said. Sleeping through the night? What the heck is that? I'd be happy if he only woke twice to nurse! He wakes up all night long. He wakes up an hour after he goes to bed like clockwork. And then every hour or two until I go to bed. And for what? A pacifier? To make sure I haven't left him? Oh and yes, I said until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;go to bed. Andy doesn't even sleep with us anymore. He sleeps with Ayden in his room. Our old king mattress is up there on the floor for daddy and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; boy to sleep soundly all night long. I feel bad. I feel like all I do is complain about Cohen. I love him with all of my heart but he is just so stubborn! I keep telling myself that by 18 months all of this should be a distant memory (or not so distant for me). Soon he will be happily, or so I hope, playing with his brother. I'd love to see him walk soon. Ayden was taking steps at 9 1/2 months and by 10 months had the walking thing down pat! Since Cohen spends so much of his time in my arms, I wonder when he'll take an interest in learning how to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/S4QBSFphXJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aEhzY_OYqfw/s1600-h/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/S4QBSFphXJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aEhzY_OYqfw/s400/DSC_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441475660036005010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this sweet little boy of mine can make life quite difficult...&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/3500500021750929717-2132137289435942088?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2132137289435942088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2010/02/11-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/2132137289435942088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/2132137289435942088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2010/02/11-months.html' title='11 Months'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/S4QBSFphXJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aEhzY_OYqfw/s72-c/DSC_0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-2629762336757965854</id><published>2009-10-29T13:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:42:53.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training Ayden Style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run around the house bottomless. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Start to tinkle while playing with my Handy Manny Tool Bench.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look down and realize what's happening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop tinkling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run over to my potty and sit on it backwards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get huge smile on my face and say "I pee! I pee!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then proceed to say "I dump! I dump!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take potty insert to bathroom, dump my pee in the toilet and flush.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bye-bye pee pee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398076710587951314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SunSKwTnaNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xqN5M7_ThF4/s400/100_4721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has been going on for about a week and a half now. I'm quite proud of Ayden! He pretty much started doing this on his own. I was convinced that he was just playing games with me and sitting on the potty. I was getting really frustrated but I didn't want to discourage him. It payed off! Last Monday he was bottomless because he had wanted to sit on the big potty and of course make the pee sound "pssssss" and do nothing. His little potty was in the family room ready for business. To my surprise he went over to it and peed! I stayed home as much as I could that week. He's got it down for the most part at home but we do have some accidents. Not so much when we're out and about. He's making progress and I am using a lot less diapers on him! He's even pooed on the potty too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398076717916895298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SunSLLm-OEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZegRB09f2Ks/s400/100_4722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-2629762336757965854?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2629762336757965854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/potty-training-ayden-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/2629762336757965854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/2629762336757965854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/potty-training-ayden-style.html' title='Potty Training Ayden Style!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SunSKwTnaNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xqN5M7_ThF4/s72-c/100_4721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-3246737669522493156</id><published>2009-09-22T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:00:00.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We recently went to a local park that for some reason I hadn't taken the boys to this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayden had fun playing with his cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shockingly they all looked at me and smiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Srg6nLtBCZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uCw5sqyzc6Y/s1600-h/100_4467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Srg6nLtBCZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uCw5sqyzc6Y/s400/100_4467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384117799352338834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayden fell off the bottom of this slide twice! I would have though he learned his lesson the first time. He crashed into Carter at one point too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Srg6WDEAf8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/nY4A83Er-Lo/s1600-h/100_4468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Srg6WDEAf8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/nY4A83Er-Lo/s400/100_4468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384117504975077314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Srg6EvldNzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NUqpb3emNII/s1600-h/100_4470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Srg6EvldNzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NUqpb3emNII/s400/100_4470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384117207688886066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Srg6DnFOpAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BfKOLfXlmTQ/s1600-h/100_4482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Srg6DnFOpAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BfKOLfXlmTQ/s400/100_4482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384117188226360322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Srg6C2n0ghI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vBvTli7JV0U/s1600-h/100_4485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Srg6C2n0ghI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vBvTli7JV0U/s400/100_4485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384117175218110994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Srg6Cr904TI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ITJWbxx0hss/s1600-h/100_4486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Srg6Cr904TI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ITJWbxx0hss/s400/100_4486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384117172357620018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3500500021750929717-3246737669522493156?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3246737669522493156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/playing-at-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/3246737669522493156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/3246737669522493156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/playing-at-park.html' title='Playing at the Park'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Srg6nLtBCZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uCw5sqyzc6Y/s72-c/100_4467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-1635832381292242941</id><published>2009-09-21T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:34:43.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we've  had this composite decking sitting in our driveway for at least a year. I know, I know, totally hillbilly! We had every intention of re-doing our existing deck and making it bigger, it just took a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; long time to actually get around to doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy found someone off of Craigslist to build the deck and&lt;br /&gt; I took on a small landscaping project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little helper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SrgyFlIpRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UOxJ0EaMAw0/s1600-h/100_4462+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SrgyFlIpRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UOxJ0EaMAw0/s400/100_4462+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384108425970534018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The deck came out GREAT and for the right price! We couldn't be happier!&lt;br /&gt;There are still a few minor details that need finished. Lattice needs put up around the bottom and maybe eventually a railing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SrgyGRbZUuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2Dw968Xumvs/s1600-h/100_4510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SrgyGRbZUuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2Dw968Xumvs/s400/100_4510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384108437860340450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far Ayden's favorite thing to do is jump across the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SrgyG272OcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iCg_C8ti6PU/s1600-h/100_4511+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SrgyG272OcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iCg_C8ti6PU/s400/100_4511+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384108447928564162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how cute is this table and chairs?!?&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought them for Ayden's upcoming birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SrgyHV8VMeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8v-bBhusYSs/s1600-h/100_4519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SrgyHV8VMeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8v-bBhusYSs/s400/100_4519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384108456252092898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3500500021750929717-1635832381292242941?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1635832381292242941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-summer-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/1635832381292242941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/1635832381292242941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-summer-project.html' title='End of Summer Project'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SrgyFlIpRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UOxJ0EaMAw0/s72-c/100_4462+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-7986898494532926008</id><published>2009-09-21T20:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:34:30.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Battles are Gone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am happy to report that Ayden's bedtime battles are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been going down super easy and sleeping all night once again since the beginning of the month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, it's been so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took his childproof door handle off. He now comes downstairs all by himself when he wakes up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Andy or I put him in bed for the night, he goes into hibernation. Poof, vanishes under the covers. It's quite funny actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even keep the monitor on for him at night anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little boy is growing up...&lt;br /&gt;&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/3500500021750929717-7986898494532926008?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7986898494532926008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/bedtime-battles-are-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/7986898494532926008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/7986898494532926008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/bedtime-battles-are-gone.html' title='Bedtime Battles are Gone!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-1246002651965397946</id><published>2009-09-21T13:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:34:05.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me! Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondayButtonV6copy.jpg" width="”400”" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt;. You can head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It most certainly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has not&lt;/span&gt; been 2 weeks since I have blogged! You know since nothing new has been going on in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; procrastinating on planning Ayden's 2nd Birthday Party. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been planning for weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was not&lt;/span&gt; at least 4 loads of clean laundry piled high on top of my dryer this morning! I would never let our clean clothes sit there and get nice and wrinkled. And I wouldn't finally fold them and hope the wrinkles work themselves out! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; let Ayden walk around the house in just a diaper.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nope not me!&lt;/span&gt; He's always dressed and ready to impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; amused to see him walking around in said diaper with his shoes on. I definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; help him put on his hoodie when he insisted on having it on.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nope not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sre4t3o2VUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kZ7_s3hGw9k/s1600-h/000_0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sre4t3o2VUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kZ7_s3hGw9k/s400/000_0318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383974977713624386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What have you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; been doing this week?&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/3500500021750929717-1246002651965397946?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1246002651965397946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-me-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/1246002651965397946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/1246002651965397946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me! Monday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondayButtonV6copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-3364445955450747601</id><published>2009-09-01T10:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:00:19.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Tantrums</title><content type='html'>Enjoying a Starbucks Smoothie:..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sp02aNYXD0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sX2uDsUlYMc/s1600-h/000_0305copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sp02aNYXD0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sX2uDsUlYMc/s400/000_0305copy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376513354046574402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing a fit about who knows what.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to see the humor in this one and photograph it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sp02ai1AajI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bSNaC21BJQE/s1600-h/100_4266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sp02ai1AajI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bSNaC21BJQE/s400/100_4266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376513359803869746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sp02bHv2kbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gZ_xiZ-hWK8/s1600-h/100_4267copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sp02bHv2kbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gZ_xiZ-hWK8/s400/100_4267copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376513369714364850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sp02bl3pO9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/wknvKH4mFN0/s1600-h/100_4270copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sp02bl3pO9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/wknvKH4mFN0/s400/100_4270copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376513377800109010" 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/3500500021750929717-3364445955450747601?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3364445955450747601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/toddler-tantrums.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/3364445955450747601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/3364445955450747601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/toddler-tantrums.html' title='Toddler Tantrums'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sp02aNYXD0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sX2uDsUlYMc/s72-c/000_0305copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-3648875118201336147</id><published>2009-08-31T23:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:12:22.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby boy Cohen. I see your little sponge brain soaking everything in all day long. You are a happy baby, just like your brother was. You do tend to think about it first before letting out that giggle. You do have a bit of a temper though. Once you get mad about something, you're mad. And if that means screaming in the car for a 30 min. trip, you'll do just that. Your have lost most of your beautiful dark hair. I hope it grows back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sp05cPzJj8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ie-krnuBg3s/s1600-h/100_2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sp05cPzJj8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ie-krnuBg3s/s400/100_2739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376516687590428610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sp05br7jUAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/181U9a5AN00/s1600-h/100_4257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sp05br7jUAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/181U9a5AN00/s400/100_4257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376516677961994242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still sleeping in your crib at least half of the night and sometimes I don't hear from you until 4 or 5am. Other times you wake up when we come to bed and then into our bed you come. You tend to wake up an hour into your afternoon nap and I usually bring you into bed and nurse you back to sleep. Bad habit? Maybe. But I know it won't last forever. You roll all over the place now. I can't leave you on the couch for a second! When you're on your belly those legs are moving. You just have to figure out how to get your arms moving. I haven't given you any solids yet. I "tried" once, against my better judgment (you were waking up so much at night) and on the recommendation of your pediatrician, even though I knew you weren't ready. Guess what, you weren't ready. I'll try again around 6 months. It's so much easier just to nurse you and you are growing just fine that way. I'm not looking forward to adding baby food to my purse again! I already carry around a whole lot less for you than I did when your brother was a baby. There really is no reason to carry around so much stuff!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to report on you again next month!&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/3500500021750929717-3648875118201336147?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3648875118201336147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/3648875118201336147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/3648875118201336147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-months.html' title='5 Months'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sp05cPzJj8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ie-krnuBg3s/s72-c/100_2739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-8888985930778156105</id><published>2009-08-31T23:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:00:02.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on in the world of Jess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's see. I have been watching way to much Mickey Mouse Club House, Handy Manny and Sponge Bob. The first two I actually like. Sponge Bob, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can function a thousand times better on lack of sleep compared to Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to fall TV which means I better get caught up on my reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently checked out from the library:&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Bob's Drugless Guide to Balancing Female Hormones&lt;br /&gt;Bringing Up Boys by Dr. James Dobson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading:&lt;br /&gt;The Happiest Toddler on the Block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed on to me from my mom:&lt;br /&gt;Three NCIS books by Mel Odom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from my mother-in-law:&lt;br /&gt;A few Jodi Picoult books (author of My Sister's Keeper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, that a lot of reading! Good thing my two boys don't keep me busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My landscaping looks like crap. Somehow I always find other more important things to tend to.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I do enjoy it, it's just that sadly it's on the bottom of my list of priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always laundry to do, a kitchen to clean, toys to pick up, mouths to feed, butts to wipe, errands to run, pictures to take, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pictures, I just got Photoshop Elements and LOVE it!!! It's very user friendly. I'm also selling on ebay again and am gonna try really hard to not spend the money that comes in and buy a new camera...we'll see how that goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just realized that today marks my two year anniversary of leaving my 9-5 job and advancing to the 24/7 one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boys and am so happy to be able to stay home and raise them. It's frustrating at times but as someone once told me, "The days are long but the years are short."&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/3500500021750929717-8888985930778156105?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8888985930778156105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-going-on-in-world-of-jess.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/8888985930778156105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/8888985930778156105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-going-on-in-world-of-jess.html' title='What&apos;s going on in the world of Jess'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-3748891975725393678</id><published>2009-08-31T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:00:01.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet Ayden, you are just one month shy of your second birthday! Wow! You have definitely kept it interesting these last few months. I am currently reading The Happiest Toddler on the Block and must remind myself that you are primitive in your ways and that you are still learning. I find myself losing my patience very easily with you and I promise to work on that. Having two small boys is not as easy as it may seem. Nap time and bed time have been interesting to say the least but I do see a light at the end of the tunnel. You slept ALL night last night! That hasn't happened in weeks, maybe even months. It is very frustrating in this moment in time to be woken up all night by two little people, not just one. Yes, your dad and I would take turns putting you back in bed, but I was always awake. I try to tell myself that you are still little and I should appreciate the fact that you need me because I know one day, you won't be little and want my hugs and kisses anymore. Your vocabulary increases everyday! I even hear 3 word sentences from you every now and then. We just bought you some new shoes yesterday. Size 9! I'm sure you will follow in the footsteps of your father. The last I checked you were 30 lbs. and 36 inches tall. We were looking at some of your baby pictures the other day. You were so chubby and only had two teeth. Oh so sweet. I miss that already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-3748891975725393678?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3748891975725393678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/23-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/3748891975725393678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/3748891975725393678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/23-months.html' title='23 Months'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-1745212260346614325</id><published>2009-08-24T09:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:05:35.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Child! Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMyChildMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to Not My Child! Monday! This blog carnival was created by &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt;. You can head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not my&lt;/span&gt; toddler that has twice now taken a pen and scribbled on the computer monitor. Maybe he thinks he's an artist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely not&lt;/span&gt; this same little boy who now wakes up multiple times throughout the night. Just two nights ago, he had woken up twice before Cohen woke up once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice is most certainly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; horse from crying when he does this! Nope, not him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today folks! I have a mess of clothes to finish tackling in Ayden's room. His generous Aunt has cleaned out Carter's closet once again. This is one mess that I don't mind cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/269/270C6B2BF052A1D1FBC97A8A9568BA08.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3500500021750929717-1745212260346614325?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1745212260346614325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-my-child-monday_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/1745212260346614325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/1745212260346614325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-my-child-monday_24.html' title='Not My Child! Monday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMyChildMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-387305661212210598</id><published>2009-08-15T15:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:24:46.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[Shower] Times Have Changed</title><content type='html'>When I showered today I did not lock Ayden in my bathroom with Cohen and I as usual. Instead I gave him free reign of the house. Wouldn't ya know, he stayed in there the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is pointless anymore since he can climb in and out of the Activity Center that I have been putting him in forever. Seriously that thing has been in our bathroom for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least &lt;/span&gt;the last 12 months and it's not going anywhere anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I put Cohen in there and it was way too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SocLChHLveI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kNtcdJmrEwQ/s1600-h/100_4049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SocLChHLveI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kNtcdJmrEwQ/s400/100_4049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370273218538749410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SocLDUaatfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BUMfdAegdmo/s1600-h/100_4055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SocLDUaatfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BUMfdAegdmo/s400/100_4055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370273232309630450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SocLC-KwHbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YbsCJEI6eGc/s1600-h/100_4051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SocLC-KwHbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YbsCJEI6eGc/s400/100_4051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370273226338344370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 seconds into my shower I peak out and see Ayden trying to feed Cohen these crackers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SocLEZMctZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mIBOvl3OvQk/s1600-h/100_4058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SocLEZMctZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mIBOvl3OvQk/s400/100_4058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370273250773087634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he got over that novelty, he flushed the toilet...twice and played with these bathtub knobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SocLD_-FLpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWnHUp3x00c/s1600-h/100_4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SocLD_-FLpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EWnHUp3x00c/s400/100_4053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370273244001939090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no peace and privacy anymore... but I love my boys!&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/3500500021750929717-387305661212210598?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/387305661212210598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/shower-times-have-changed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/387305661212210598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/387305661212210598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/shower-times-have-changed.html' title='[Shower] Times Have Changed'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SocLChHLveI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kNtcdJmrEwQ/s72-c/100_4049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-262371046912594740</id><published>2009-08-10T13:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:35:52.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me! Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt;. You can head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I most certainly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have not&lt;/span&gt; been giving in and sometimes nursing Cohen to sleep. I know that I should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; put him down drowsy and let him fall asleep on his own.  Which leads me to say that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have not&lt;/span&gt; been laying down with Ayden until he falls asleep. An almost 2 year old can totally fall asleep on his own, right? Honestly he was doing so good then somewhere along the way it went up in smoke.  It's partly mine (and Andy's) fault. Who wouldn't be able to resist a sweet little boy who never wants to cuddle anymore patting the pillow next to him for you to rest your head on!?! Not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; let Ayden fall off my bed head first because I totally have cat like reflexes. I am supermom and did not look like a wild animal flailing my arms around completely missing his leg that I was trying to grab as he fell in slow motion. Nope, not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; walk in to the laundry room and find Ayden drawing on the floor with a green sharpie calling it chalk. Nope, not me!  I know better and have all sharpies out of toddlers reach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; enjoy a few hours minus Cohen yesterday while we went swimming and grabbed a quick dinner. Nope, not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SoBY2OOM2_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/I2UVq-xMn-c/s1600-h/100_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SoBY2OOM2_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/I2UVq-xMn-c/s400/100_3994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368388444379470834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; snap this picture, knowing in the back of my mind that there was a similar picture of the boys from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_emYn_QlSAaU/SoBY2k4Rw4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/s1mbJ9owcH4/s1600-h/100_3984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SoBY2k4Rw4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/s1mbJ9owcH4/s400/100_3984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368388450461533058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SoBZOPa_neI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZA--GE4euc8/s1600-h/100_1700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SoBZOPa_neI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZA--GE4euc8/s400/100_1700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368388857018424802" 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/3500500021750929717-262371046912594740?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/262371046912594740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-me-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/262371046912594740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/262371046912594740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me! Monday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-8282751848598273384</id><published>2009-08-05T14:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:18:43.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SnnM9QuJlHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EAxM2FuRtro/s1600-h/100_3956+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SnnM9QuJlHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EAxM2FuRtro/s400/100_3956+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366545783821276274" 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/3500500021750929717-8282751848598273384?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8282751848598273384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/8282751848598273384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/8282751848598273384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SnnM9QuJlHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EAxM2FuRtro/s72-c/100_3956+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-6011915217977188870</id><published>2009-08-03T13:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:58:04.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Photoshoot with my Favorite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hydrangeas (and some roses too)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were taken with my point and shoot camera. I was playing around with the settings.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even edit them in photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SnckChQ2dLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YsOSNLgaBPI/s1600-h/100_3904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SnckChQ2dLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YsOSNLgaBPI/s400/100_3904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365797106742621362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sncjru5GcWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ORSN8zFTPPU/s1600-h/100_3899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sncjru5GcWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ORSN8zFTPPU/s400/100_3899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365796715264110946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SncjrWRlyXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LdrenN48YJE/s1600-h/100_3898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SncjrWRlyXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LdrenN48YJE/s400/100_3898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365796708655942002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SncjrMuYy2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PHX4UI14E-E/s1600-h/100_3897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SncjrMuYy2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PHX4UI14E-E/s400/100_3897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365796706092370786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SncjqhY_VzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6xRAfhqS8lY/s1600-h/100_3896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SncjqhY_VzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6xRAfhqS8lY/s400/100_3896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365796694459897650" 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/3500500021750929717-6011915217977188870?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6011915217977188870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/photoshoot-with-my-favorite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/6011915217977188870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/6011915217977188870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/photoshoot-with-my-favorite.html' title='A Photoshoot with my Favorite...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SnckChQ2dLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YsOSNLgaBPI/s72-c/100_3904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-5795858123578236601</id><published>2009-08-03T13:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:45:58.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Child Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMyChildMONDAY.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt;. You can head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While MckMama did not put up a Not Me Monday post, I did one anyways. She has been busy with Stellan in the hospital&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; the great news is STELLAN GOT DISCHARGED TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;You can read his story here: &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/search/label/Stellan%27s%20story"&gt;http://www.mycharmingkids.net/search/label/Stellan%27s%20story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayden &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was not&lt;/span&gt; falling asleep on the mower with Andy because he has been getting up at the crack of dawn lately. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope not him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; did not&lt;/span&gt; take his diaper off and nap in just a t-shirt because he was so mad that he had to come in and take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; have to be woken up from said nap after 3-1/2 hours! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope not him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayden&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; did not&lt;/span&gt; run wild at the Oberlin Inn on Saturday at a wedding reception. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope not him. &lt;/span&gt;He definitely sat in a high chair the whole time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was not&lt;/span&gt; bribed with fruit snacks and pretzels out of the vending machine to spend sometime in the highchair. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope not him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was not&lt;/span&gt; the cutest looking kid there. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was not&lt;/span&gt; rockin' the mohawk, button up shirt, tie and jean shorts. (Will post a pic of that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; start screaming the second we walked in. Nope not him. He is a perfect angel all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not cry the entire way home, when Nana and Pawpa took the boys home so Andy and I could stay at the reception. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope not him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3500500021750929717-5795858123578236601?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5795858123578236601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-my-child-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/5795858123578236601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/5795858123578236601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-my-child-monday.html' title='Not My Child Monday!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMyChildMONDAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-8127484813324773773</id><published>2009-07-28T08:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:00:09.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ayden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are 22 months old today. Sitting in front of me is a picture of you at 6 months old. Those eyes and that smile haven't changed on bit! You amaze me and frustrate me all at once. Bedtime last night was rough. Daddy left and met a friend which normally isn't a big deal. You always went to bed for me with no problems. I guess it started this morning. You actually got out of bed on your own and began making your way down the stairs. I met you halfway. I thought it was cute at the time. It wasn't so cute when you did it more times than I care to know in the span of an hour when it was already past your bedtime. I lost my cool about half way in. I could have definitely used a wing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough venting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching your little brain work. At our Sunday morning breakfast spot daddy put some jelly on your toast. Of course you liked it, you eat PB&amp;amp;J. You began dipping your toast in the jelly and sucking it off. When your toast got soggy, you bit it off and started all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You LOVE being outside and usually cry when it's time to come in. Sometimes I can convince you to come in minus the tears but it's usually 50/50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to yell in the car, just to yell for no apparent reason. This however, scares your brother and makes him cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went from calling Cohen "Doe" to "Toe". I like to call him "Co" which is where your version comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your list of words is quite long. Some new ones include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dip, help, you do, read, law and safe (I was explaining to you why you need buckled into your carseat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play rough and tend to make other kids cry. You're not being mean, you just don't understand the word gentle. We're gonna have to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sm5okqZZZWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/f4vv0gdHd8E/s1600-h/100_3884+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sm5okqZZZWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/f4vv0gdHd8E/s400/100_3884+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363339185310229858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/3500500021750929717-8127484813324773773?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8127484813324773773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-ayden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/8127484813324773773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/8127484813324773773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-ayden.html' title='Dear Ayden'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sm5okqZZZWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/f4vv0gdHd8E/s72-c/100_3884+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-5055634739062352004</id><published>2009-07-27T21:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:05:15.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Cohen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were 4 months old yesterday! Oh how the days fly by! You smile, you coo, you laugh. You are content in the exersaucer for short bursts at a time looking at the toys. For the past week or so your sleeping habits have changed. I just remind myself that you are a growing boy and need me to fill your little tummy. You like to lay on the couch and (dare I say!?) look at the tv.  You are still most happy in my right arm, facing out, watching the world around you. Each day your little sponge brain takes it all in. You no longer get mad the second you're on your tummy. You can hold your head up a look around. You drool like crazy. You chew and suck on your hands (and mine) every chance you get. If you follow in your brothers footsteps I don't expect a tooth anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is your 4 month check up. I'll come back and add your stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;15 lbs. (55th percentile)&lt;br /&gt;26-3/4 in. (95th percentile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sm5cLRcV--I/AAAAAAAAADk/AafGgVs7tF4/s1600-h/100_3879+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sm5cLRcV--I/AAAAAAAAADk/AafGgVs7tF4/s400/100_3879+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363325554975439842" 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/3500500021750929717-5055634739062352004?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5055634739062352004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-cohen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/5055634739062352004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/5055634739062352004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-cohen.html' title='Dear Cohen'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/Sm5cLRcV--I/AAAAAAAAADk/AafGgVs7tF4/s72-c/100_3879+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-9192153486246330447</id><published>2009-07-17T22:47:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:20:26.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I've Been Busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did not realize that it had been so long since I blogged! Who would have ever thought 2 boys under 2 would keep me busy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July has been a busy month so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Fray concert with Sam and had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to 2 Crushers games and enjoy them more than the Indians. I think it's just the small setting. (Hmmm, wonder why I like the House of Blues so much...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Gail were in town. We went to Mill Hollow,  my family reunion, had dinner and Wii time here at the house, went out to dinner and to Alex's graduation party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a bachelorette party Saturday. Let me add that I had on a fabulous new white dress which is now tinted lime green and has a tye dyed look to it thanks to me washing it with a (you guessed it) lime green dress. I am still working on it and may resort to bleach (eww!).  Let me also say that Andy had the boys by himself! I was quite proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to the gym 3 times this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new phone today (much needed!) and I bought a cool hard case for it on ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye infant carrier, hello convertable carseat! Cohen is so much happier in the car now! He's even playing with some rings that I bought at Target (my favorite store). I didn't switch Ayden until he was 6 months and able to sit on his own. So until then, I will wear Cohhen in one of the three slings that I own, put him in the stroller or carry him depending on the situation. So far this has been working out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE7ZnjAc5I/AAAAAAAAACs/-skr-j4jjSw/s1600-h/100_3681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE7ZnjAc5I/AAAAAAAAACs/-skr-j4jjSw/s200/100_3681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359630342846182290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE7Z0Bzb_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qLTOiIKDHN4/s1600-h/100_3682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE7Z0Bzb_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qLTOiIKDHN4/s200/100_3682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359630346196578290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cohen found his toes the other day! He laughed too! I need to get that on video. He also rolled over at exactly 3 months. Ayden didn't do that until 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE7_xkfxYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PxPy6G8x2sw/s1600-h/000_0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE7_xkfxYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PxPy6G8x2sw/s200/000_0278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359630998371812738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ayden LOVES his 4 wheeler (and daddys too). Actually it's more like obssessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE8nNE0OvI/AAAAAAAAADE/PsRUTaGTabE/s1600-h/100_3613+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE8nNE0OvI/AAAAAAAAADE/PsRUTaGTabE/s200/100_3613+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359631675770026738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He rode on his cousin's dirt track the other day. It was super cute! Andy blew off work that day and spent the it with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE-TO2YtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/aIw28_5GmiE/s1600-h/100_3674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE-TO2YtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/aIw28_5GmiE/s200/100_3674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359633531672245698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE-TZLL2II/AAAAAAAAADU/q_Q2wLIfZms/s1600-h/100_3675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE-TZLL2II/AAAAAAAAADU/q_Q2wLIfZms/s200/100_3675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359633534443837570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lastly, we are rockin' the mohawk, just like daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE-TzjqRtI/AAAAAAAAADc/lT7doxvd-PA/s1600-h/100_3626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE-TzjqRtI/AAAAAAAAADc/lT7doxvd-PA/s200/100_3626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359633541525817042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, that was long! I promise I will blog sooner!&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/3500500021750929717-9192153486246330447?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/9192153486246330447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-ive-been-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/9192153486246330447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/9192153486246330447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-ive-been-busy.html' title='Guess I&apos;ve Been Busy...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SmE7ZnjAc5I/AAAAAAAAACs/-skr-j4jjSw/s72-c/100_3681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-4371667223200992020</id><published>2009-06-29T11:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:52:52.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/NotMeMonday.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt;. You can head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I most certainly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; scream like the little girl I am when Andy came home with the baby snakes he and Ayden were playing with the other day.  Andy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; really have them in a Gymboree bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; head to the International Festival where they were scanning people with a metal detector at the door! Is that really a safe place to take your kids?!?! They don't do that at the Jamboree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am not&lt;/span&gt; the die hard softball fan that stayed at Andy's game yesterday through the rain.  It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was not&lt;/span&gt; their first win of the season. I mean really, who would have their 3 month old out in that? The mom with the 21 month old little boy who had a blast playing in the mud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayden was defiantly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a soaking wet messy little boy who was wearing a mostly white shirt. I'm smarter than that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; take my camera to the game only to realize that it had no memory card in it and the internal memory was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; have a sleeping Cohen in the Moby wrap with Ayden's hat on him, chasing Ayden around the fields for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had a good weekend. Cohen is changing from a newborn to a baby right before my eyes. He was so good with all of the things we did this. Ayden, of course ran non stop ALL day yesterday. Can I bottle up some of his energy and save it for myself?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-4371667223200992020?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4371667223200992020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-to-not-me-monday-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/4371667223200992020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/4371667223200992020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-to-not-me-monday-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-6240197845792801664</id><published>2009-06-18T14:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:37:26.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Me Time (is there such a thing?)</title><content type='html'>Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I decided that I'd like to start running down my road. I run on the treadmill at the gym but I really need to kick it into high gear and shed some pounds. So I figured that this would just be extra points, right? I mean going to the gym two times a week does something right? It makes up for all the Hersheys Dark Chocolate Kisses that I consume on a daily basis, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it comes down to me being lazy. The weight came off so much easier with Ayden...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;I'm breastfeeding so I carry some extra weight for this reason, or so I've been told. I don't remember that being the case with Ayden. Of course he ate so much more than Cohen so naturally I was burning more calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, getting off topic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to my run. I put Cohen to sleep and told Andy he could spend some time with Ayden then put him to sleep. I get out of the house. I get some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me Time&lt;/span&gt; and Andy gets to spend some extra time with Ayden since usually when 8pm rolls around I jump on that and get Ayden off to bed. Andy of course lets him stay up later. I have been referred to as the Nazi for that.  Thanks Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return from my run (doing better than I thought I would) about 40 minutes later. Andy is sitting on the stairs going back and forth with Ayden who is in his bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayden: Daddy? Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Go to sleep buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayden: Daddy? Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Lay down Ayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get my point. This goes on for a while. Andy retreats to the couch. I'm on the floor stretching and all of a sudden I see Ayden's bedroom light flashing on and off. I tell Andy and we both start cracking up. So then Ayden starts laughing too becasue he hears us. At this point, I'm staying out of the process. Andy started it, he can finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now on the computer (surprise there!) and I hear Andy gasp. I look up and gasp too. Ayden came down the stairs, peaked his head around the wall and scared the crap out of both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceedes to come down the rest of the stairs, walk to the patio door and let the dogs in who had been barking. Okay, time for me to step in and be the mom. I scoop him up, we kiss daddy and up the stairs we go. It's almost 9:30!!!! I, the Nazi, put Ayden back in bed with a quick song and some hugs and kisses then leave and shut the door (key point there Andy). He falls alseep shortly there after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday went a little better. Ayden was actually asleep when I got back, Cohen, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how tonight goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-6240197845792801664?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6240197845792801664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/making-me-time-is-there-such-thing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/6240197845792801664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/6240197845792801664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/making-me-time-is-there-such-thing.html' title='Making Me Time (is there such a thing?)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-5042490475464801547</id><published>2009-06-10T18:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:00:30.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing With Photoshop</title><content type='html'>Honestly I have wanted to learn photoshop for a long time, I've just never taken the time to sit down and do it. Here is my attemp at bluring the background and doing an eye pop. Thanks to Simply Jenna for her inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345836894229288562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SjA6VPO21nI/AAAAAAAAABQ/avs_ENekQTc/s320/100_3335.JPG" /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345837108764413218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SjA6hucBDSI/AAAAAAAAABY/KzL1j4DI1ss/s320/100_3335+copy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SjA5qU06DJI/AAAAAAAAABA/sszX02-d0Ns/s1600-h/100_3335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-5042490475464801547?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5042490475464801547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/playing-with-photoshop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/5042490475464801547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/5042490475464801547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/playing-with-photoshop.html' title='Playing With Photoshop'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/SjA6VPO21nI/AAAAAAAAABQ/avs_ENekQTc/s72-c/100_3335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-7259956828916568640</id><published>2009-06-10T15:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:56:58.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaahhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>This is me screaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait I've done that already today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy button, easy button where are you????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I can start over tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-7259956828916568640?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7259956828916568640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/aaaaaahhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/7259956828916568640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/7259956828916568640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/aaaaaahhhhhhh.html' title='Aaaaaahhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-949521900708939872</id><published>2009-06-04T13:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:38:30.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Savings, Sleepy Time and Searching</title><content type='html'>Sweet Savings!&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Target yesterday for a few things. I didn't even use the "mom" shopping cart, just the regular one with Cohen in the basket and Ayden in the seat. It doesn't leave room for much shopping. Diapers caught my eye in the markdown section and being a mom of TWO in diapers I went to check it out. Mind you I had no intention or need for diapers or wipes at the time. The BIG box of wipe refills (7pk) was marked down to half off ($6.48) and I had a coupon. Needless to say I bought the only 2 boxes that were there. The $28.99 box of diapers was marked down to $20.28 and I had a coupon for this too. I was more excited about the wipes since I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; bought a 3 pk. at Giant Eagle for $6.29 (I stand corrected)! Such a mom thing to get excited about diapers and wipes enough to blog about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy Time!&lt;br /&gt;I don't really pay too much attention to what time Cohen wakes to nurse and how many times a night.  Does it really matter? Not really. He wakes when he wakes and as many times as he needs to. I nurse in bed and we both fall back alseep. All I know is, he's a way better sleeper than Ayden ever was! Anyways.  I always start him out in his crib until he wakes for his first feeding, then upgrade to the big bed with mom and dad. He woke up around 2am. I fixed his swaddle and gave him his pacifier just to see what he'd do. He went back to sleep! Until 5:30! I was shocked. I don't expect this to happen from now on, but it was a nice change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching!&lt;br /&gt;Ayden likes to take things that he shouldn't and place them in places unknown to me.  Case in point. The nightlight in our bedroom. I saw him take it yesterday and didn't pay attention to what he did with it. He could have thrown it away for all I know. I searched and searched for it last night. In dresser drawers, bathroom drawers, kitchen drawers, his toy box, under the couch, you get my point. I couldn't find it anywhere! I'm sure it will show up after I've bought a new one like so many other things have.  He can open doors now too. He likes to go out into the garage when I'm not looking or doing something with Cohen. Oh and he figured out how to open all the cabinents in the kitchen that have child proof locks on them! I can't win...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-949521900708939872?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/949521900708939872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-savings-sleepy-time-and-searching.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/949521900708939872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/949521900708939872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-savings-sleepy-time-and-searching.html' title='Sweet Savings, Sleepy Time and Searching'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-1555442432742531849</id><published>2009-06-01T12:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:45:03.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me! Monday</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/NotMeMonday.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; want to take Ayden to the park again and let him walk the mile long trail so he takes an almost 3 hour nap. Nope, not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; play with photoshop last night because I was inspired by Simply Jenna. Anyone who has photoshop knows that they would have done this months or even years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; spend way too much time on the internet because it's my adult outlet in my world with a toddler and a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; do anything non-productive while my boys are sleeping. I always clean the house, do laundry or clean up poo in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; rearranged the family room twice in the last 2 weeks because I'm tired of looking at toys. Nope, not me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-1555442432742531849?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1555442432742531849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-me-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/1555442432742531849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/1555442432742531849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me! Monday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-5201773439296620597</id><published>2009-05-31T13:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:22:42.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Twice In One Week!</title><content type='html'>Thursdays show with Jeff Dunham was hilarious (or wait maybe it was the few drinks we had a dinner). No, really the show was good, the boys were good for our babysitter and were both asleep by 9pm. Not bad at all! A little past Ayden's bed time but I can live with that. After the show were were stuck on the 6th floor of the parking garage. We literally didn't move for about 20 minutes so we pulled back into a spot and walked to Paninis. Not a good idea considering the shoes Sam and I had on. We were able to watch the end of the Cavs game that they won (not that it matters now since we lost last night). Anyways, Sam and I waited for Andy and Bryan to go get the car. Our feet were not making that walk back! That too wasn't the best idea since we got stuck in traffic. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were headed downtown to the Indians game but since we all wanted to watch the Cavs we went to Lakewood to meet some friends. Of course there was no where to sit and Andy and I were hungry and had no desire to stand the whole time so we left. We ended up at Agave (yummy Mexican food and margaritas!) on the patio. We were able to watch the game (depressing!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm tired today. Those were two late nights for us considering we don't go out that much anymore. Funny what having kids does to you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well off to watch Andy play Sunday softball...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-5201773439296620597?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5201773439296620597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-twice-in-one-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/5201773439296620597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/5201773439296620597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-twice-in-one-week.html' title='Out Twice In One Week!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-4323598827170065465</id><published>2009-05-28T13:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:47:29.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cohen's 2 Month Well Baby Visit</title><content type='html'>I have blinked my eyes and Cohen is now 2 months old! You would think after witnessing Ayden grow up so fast that I wouldn't be surprised. Not the case. Cohen is doing great. He is in the 75th percentile for weight (13lbs.) and head circumference (smaller than Ayden's is all I know) and in the 90th percentile for height at 24 1/2in.&lt;br /&gt;I kept saying I thought he was long! I was a little worried that the little bit of Mexican in him would keep him short. Keeping my fingers crossed that that does not happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-4323598827170065465?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4323598827170065465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/cohens-2-month-well-baby-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/4323598827170065465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/4323598827170065465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/cohens-2-month-well-baby-visit.html' title='Cohen&apos;s 2 Month Well Baby Visit'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-5756932556994083374</id><published>2009-05-28T13:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:40:26.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Evening Out Tonight</title><content type='html'>Tonight we are going to see comedian, Jeff Dunham. While I'm excited to get out, I'm worried about my boys. Since it's a work night, I couldn't have my mom here until midnight, so Andy's cousin is babysitting. At first I thought we were leaving at 7 which would allow me to nurse Cohen before we left so I wouldn't have to worry about him taking a bottle. Now we are leaving at 5 to get some dinner before hand. Ayden goes to bed so good for me now, I'm just not sure how he'll do for someone else. Cohen has had a bottle once. The good thing about Cohen is that he doesn't need to be nursed to fall asleep. Just swaddled. He is usually asleep before Ayden or right around the same time. I just hope they don't give her a hard time. We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-5756932556994083374?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5756932556994083374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/evening-out-tonight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/5756932556994083374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/5756932556994083374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/evening-out-tonight.html' title='An Evening Out Tonight'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-7300761528825582837</id><published>2009-05-20T21:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:33:12.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding Down</title><content type='html'>It's 9pm, both boys have been asleep since a little after 8pm and Andy is off watching the Cavs. It's nice and quite here. I can't find my phone. I am hoping it's at the carlot. This is the second time today I've lost it. The first time it was in my pocket! I was in the car with my mom and I kept telling her it must be on the floor on her side because that's where I was hearing it. I even looked there after she did and said it wasn't there. It was in my pocket by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor little Ayden was sick on Monday. I heard him at 4am on the monitor and sent Andy up to check on him. Andy came down a little bit later looking for a thermometer and said Ayden was burning up. By the time he found one, Ayden was back asleep so we left him alone. He woke up for the day around 7:30. I went up to his room and he was still burning up. Andy took his temp. and it was 101.3. He was not a happy camper. He drank a cup full of his rice milk. He was so worked up that I was just waiting for it to come back up. It did, but it wasn't that big of a deal. I put some clean jammies on him (and me) and cuddled with him on the couch as much as Cohen would let me. Ayden was on the couch until 3pm that afternoon! This is so unlike him. He wakes up running! I monitored his temp. all day and it did start to come down. When he finally decided to get up, I gave in and gave him some Motrin to help the fever come down some more. He didn't even really need it and I wish now I wouldn't have given it to him. His body was already doing what it was supposed to do. Later that day, my sister came over with her kids and Ayden played with them for a little bit. He went to bed like any other day and slept all night. He woke up the next morning as if nothing had ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/ShSturSgYOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zBItbsqSMNo/s1600-h/100_3097.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/_emYn_QlSAaU/ShSturSgYOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zBItbsqSMNo/s320/100_3097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338082475746812130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/ShStuYE4OhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0szAMEjLujE/s1600-h/100_3096.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/_emYn_QlSAaU/ShStuYE4OhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0szAMEjLujE/s320/100_3096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338082470589381138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel pretty good that his body got rid of whatever it was. Yay for Ayden's immune system! I really feel it is due to the fact that he eats mostly organic, is not downing gallons of cow's milk, and drinks water and not juice. I'm pretty picky about what goes into his mouth! He gets adjusted monthly and I always take the alternative, holistic way before anything else. This was the first time he ever had a fever like that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-7300761528825582837?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7300761528825582837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/winding-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/7300761528825582837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/7300761528825582837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/winding-down.html' title='Winding Down'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/ShSturSgYOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zBItbsqSMNo/s72-c/100_3097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500500021750929717.post-7453414418994970899</id><published>2009-05-19T13:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:24:47.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quick One</title><content type='html'>So I finally decided to write something. A short something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ayden&lt;/span&gt; needs to go down for a nap in a few. I feel like I have adjusted to life with 2 under 2 pretty well. I have my good days and of course I have my bad days. The beauty of it all is, if I have a bad day I get to start over from fresh the next morning. Cohen sleeps much better at night then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ayden&lt;/span&gt; ever did. He does not, however like to be in his carrier unless we are moving. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ayden&lt;/span&gt; slept in that thing all the time, moving or not. Andy said to me the other day that he feels no stress with Cohen. I remember us both being stressed when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ayden&lt;/span&gt; was a newborn. Maybe it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; we somewhat know what we're doing now. Who knows. Andy is an amazing father. I love watching him with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ayden&lt;/span&gt;. They ride the 4 wheeler together which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ayden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; loves! When Andy walks in the door, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ayden&lt;/span&gt; goes running for him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;squealing&lt;/span&gt; with delight. Andy eats that right up! I look forward to Cohen getting older and joining in on the fun. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ayden&lt;/span&gt; just finished off the last of my Iced Decaf &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Dolce&lt;/span&gt; Latte. Who knew, the kid likes coffee?! He has done this before, when I wasn't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ayden&lt;/span&gt;, good thing it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; decaf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3500500021750929717-7453414418994970899?l=jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7453414418994970899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-finally-decided-to-write-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/7453414418994970899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3500500021750929717/posts/default/7453414418994970899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicaslifewithboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-finally-decided-to-write-something.html' title='Just a Quick One'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086788284094375138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emYn_QlSAaU/TPwNxzoJNwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/42_8OdflNd8/S220/DSC_0027%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
